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Another Commission! This one's a direct sequel to the story here: It features Senjougahara and Araragi going on a date where Senjougahara intends to indulge in Araragi's omo fetish, with an unexpected guest joining in~ I hope you all enjoy! A Kink in the Plan Senjougahara found herself staring up at her bedroom ceiling, shuffling with her legs pressed together as she laid in her bed. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach and her heart raced as she ran through the plans for tomorrow in her mind. She visualized them, repeating them in her mind like a mantra, as if memorizing them would make her feel any less uneasy. First, the restaurant. Then the amusement park. We’ll ride the ferris wheel they just opened up. Then a quiet hike up the nearby mountain trail to a lake where we can gaze up at the stars alone. These were the plans for Araragi’s birthday, which was tomorrow. Usually, Senjougahara had full confidence in her date plans. She was good at planning and she knew Araragi was someone who went with the flow and would enjoy their time together regardless of what they did. However, tomorrow was different. She was going to be stepping out of her zone of comfort, quite literally. Senjougahara squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip. She grabbed her phone and read the time. Nearly 2 hours… is this my limit? Senjougahara’s bladder swelled and pressed out against the hem of her shorts as she squirmed on her bed desperately. She was bursting. While it might not seem like it, this was also preparation for tomorrow. Senjougahara recently discovered that Araragi had a fetish for girls who had to pee, and for his birthday, Senjougahara fully intended to indulge him in that fetish. It was for that reason that Senjougahara was so nervous about tomorrow, and why she was lying on her bed, squirming as she desperately held back the flood building up in her abdomen. She wanted to gauge how long she could hold it after she started feeling the need to use the bathroom, to know how to pace herself so she could make it through to the end of her date with Araragi. A bit longer. I can hold it a bit longer. Trying to push herself a little further, Senjougahara placed a hand on her abdomen and rubbed her knees together. She closed her eyes and once again ran through the plans for tomorrow in her mind to distract herself from her urgent need. I’ll pick him up and drive him to the restaurant. He’s turning old enough to drink, so I want to give him the option. Then after dinner we can walk to the amusement park. I picked a restaurant close enough that it won’t be uncomfortable. I should have to pee by then. By the time we get to the ferris wheel, I should be desperate enough that he notices. Then we can leave and hike to the lake so when I do wet myself, it’s just in front of Koyomi. Senjougahara blushed at the very thought of wetting herself in front of Araragi. Her heart raced just thinking about his reaction, and her bladder spasmed at the thought. She had to reach down and squeeze herself as she let out a desperate moan. She was quickly reaching her limits. Suddenly, the phone beside her rang, and the sudden noise startled Senjougahara enough that she felt a small leak escape into her underwear. She clamped herself shut and rolled over on her side, scrunching herself up and jamming both hands to regain control. She managed to hold on, and quickly reached for her phone. “Hello?” she spoke, trying not to sound so strained. “Senjougahara-senpai!” a familiar voice called from the other end of the phone. “Oh, Kanbaru. It’s you.” “Hey, what’s with that reaction?” Kanbaru whined. In truth, Senjougahara expected it to be Araragi, and answered without double-checking. If she had known it was just Kanbaru, she would’ve left her hanging. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to her old classmate, but right now, Senjougahara was bursting, and she didn’t want to get into a lengthy phone conversation with anyone unless it was necessary. “What did you want?” Senjougahara asked curtly, struggling to sit up. As she did so, she felt herself put pressure on her aching bladder, and she squirmed and rubbed her legs together frantically. “I was just going to ask about tomorrow!” Kanbaru asked excitedly, “Are you really going to do it? Wet yourself for Araragi, I mean?” Senjougahara sighed. She should’ve known Kanbaru called for something like that. “Isn’t it rather bold of you to ask your senpai about her intimate plans with her boyfriend?” Senjougahara pointed out, bouncing slightly on her bed. “Of course,” Kanbaru replied, fully owning up to her shamelessness, “Did you expect anything different from me?” “I suppose not,” Senjougahara sighed, “I suppose you won’t settle for me saying that’s a private matter.” “Well, if it’s really something you’d rather keep private, that’s fine. But I’m already invested! After all, we did wet ourselves together specifically to test if it was something you wanted to do for Araragi-senpai.” “Considering the point of that was supposed to be a test, I think it’s unfair to use that as a reason why I should tell you what I intend to do in front of Koyomi,” Senjougahara pointed out. She was suddenly hit with a strong wave of desperation, and leaned forwards as she jammed her free hand between her legs. She was nearing her limit. “So, you don’t intend to tell me then?” Kanbaru asked, sounding disappointed. Senjougahara bit her lip as she carefully stood up. She shuffled and danced her way over to just outside her bathroom door so she could rush in as soon as the phone call was over. The fastest way to cut this phone call short was to tell Kanbaru what she wanted to know. “Well, seeing as you’re a shameless person who won’t think any different of me or Koyomi either way, I suppose I have no reason to hide it. Actually, something tells me that you’d respect me more if I told you I was willing to do it,” Senjougahara acquiesced, “So yes, I do intend on holding it on our date tomorrow.” “I knew it!” Kanbaru cheered on her end of the phone, “You’re hopeless when it comes to Araragi-senpai, aren’t you?” Senjougahara was about to voice her rebuttal, but she was hit by another desperate wave as she paced back and forth outside her bathroom. Perhaps being able to look in through the door and see the toilet was making it worse. She doubled over, squeezing her thighs together with her hand firmly jammed against her crotch. When she was finally sure she wouldn’t leak again, Senjougahara responded, “It’s not that I’m hopeless. I just deeply care for him. And while it does make me nervous, I am comfortable enough with the idea of wetting myself in front of him, if it’s something he’ll enjoy.” “I’m sure he will,” Kanbaru replied, “After all, if someone’s keeping around doujin of that in their room, it’s gotta be a fantasy they have in real life. Probably.” “What do you mean ‘probably’?” Senjougahara asked, her urgent need temporarily replaced by worry. “Well, I mean, it is possible to find something appealing in manga or novels, but not actually want to experience it in real life,” Kanbaru pointed out. “Do you think that might be the case for Koyomi’s interest in girls needing to pee?” “Well, I’m sure it’s nothing like that with him,” Kanbaru answered, “After all, he is kind of a pervert.” “That’s a bit hypocritical, coming from you.” “Well, I’m not kind of a pervert. I’m the real deal.” “You shouldn’t be so proud of that.” Senjougahara felt her bladder spasm and once again glanced towards her bathroom and relief longingly. “Well, you won’t know for sure until you try it out tomorrow, but I’m sure Araragi-senpai’s the kind of person who wants to experience his fantasies in real life. So I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” Kanbaru concluded. “I hope you’re right,” Senjougahara replied, her voice a bit strained as she fought against her bladder. She was definitely at her limit. She hoped her frantic shuffling and heavy breathing as she tried desperately to hold it in wasn’t coming across over the phone. If it was, Kanbaru gave no indication that she had noticed it. “Anyway, I have to go, I’m currently making plans for tomorrow, and I need to get some rest too,” Senjougahara replied, trying not to sound too rushed as she tried to end the call. “Sure thing! Let me know how it goes!” Kanbaru responded. Had it been at any other time, Senjougahara might have argued that she wasn’t going to disclose the events of her date with Araragi so readily, especially the more intimate details, but she didn’t have time. She quickly hung up and bolted into her bathroom, not even bothering to close the door as she tore off her pajama shorts and panties and planted herself firmly on the toilet seat. Instantly, the dam burst, and she started peeing full force into the toilet. She leaned forwards, panting in relief as she heard her stream spray hard against the side of the toilet bowl. She reached down and rubbed her abdomen, still swollen even as she peed. Senjougahara checked the time again. It had been nearly 2 hours and 30 minutes since she first noticed her need to pee. That was her limit. She would have to pace herself and keep that time in mind for tomorrow. Senjougahara’s stream continued to ring and splash against the side of the bowl as she fully emptied herself out into the toilet. Blissful relief washed over her and she let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan. She had to admit finally letting it out after holding it for so long did feel somewhat sensual, and she wondered if that was part of the sexual appeal for Araragi. Her mind was then brought back to the conversation she just had with Kanbaru. Senjougahara had already been worried about the date before, but the idea that maybe she had misunderstood Araragi’s interests solely based on the doujins she found in his desk drawer certainly didn’t help. Maybe Kanbaru was right, and Araragi was only into it when it was fictional, and wouldn’t actually enjoy Senjougahara wetting herself in front of him. Then again, she was also inclined to agree with Kanbaru’s conclusion. Araragi was definitely drawn to physical intimacy, and seemed like the kind of person who would prefer a real-life interaction over images on paper. Senjougahara was mostly sure Araragi would be receptive to her surprise. Though the doubt now planted in her mind nagged at her even as she tried to rationalize it. I’ll just have to be careful and watch Koyomi’s reactions tomorrow. As she tried to reassure herself, she finally finished up relieving herself and let out one final content sigh before wiping herself up, pulling up her panties and pajama shorts, and flushing the toilet. She felt the damp patch where she had leaked into her panties press against her crotch and frowned. She’d have to change out of them before bed. After washing her hands and taking care of that, Senjougahara found herself once again laying in bed, staring up at her ceiling. She turned off the lights in her bedroom and closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep, even as her mind raced with thoughts and worries about the next day. *** Senjougahara focused intently out the window as she drove, carefully weaving through pedestrians and the busy traffic around them as they made their way through the city. Next to her was Araragi, who was glancing over at her regularly. Senjougahara allowed herself a small smile. While it didn’t take much to catch Araragi’s attention, the outfit she had chosen was clearly working on him. She was wearing a short but elegant dark blue dress that clung tightly to her curves and stopped less than halfway up her thighs, with matching heels and a small white high-cut jacket. The straps of the dress crossed over her collarbone and wrapped around her neck, and she was showing off quite a bit of cleavage. From how poorly Araragi was doing keeping his eyes off of her as they drove, she could tell it was to his liking. Araragi himself was dressed in a simple button-up black shirt with a red blazer, and black slacks. His hair was also neatly combed and parted, minus the ever-present, untamable antennae of hair. “Hey, Hitagi, are you sure you wanted to drive?” Araragi asked, glancing around nervously through the crowded city streets. “Of course,” Senjougahara answered, “Even if I had known you were going to get a car for your birthday, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it the first day. And I’m more experienced driving in the city than you.” Aararagi nodded, “That’s true.” “Besides,” Senjougahara continued, “You just turned 20, so you can order drinks.” “Ah, right, I almost forgot about that,” Araragi glanced over at Senjougahara again before looking out the window, “It’s weird, it’s one of those things that I’ve always thought about, but now that I’m old enough to, it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.” “Well, I won’t make you order drinks if you don’t want to, but I figured I’d drive to give you the option.” “No, I’ll probably drink some,” Araragi replied, “At the very least, it’s something I should experience as part of my 20th birthday.” “It’s okay to let loose tonight,” Senjougahara encouraged him. Senjougahara turned into a parking garage close to the restaurant and she pulled up into the platform. She then input her information into the automated kiosk and received a ticket. She grabbed it and she and Araragi stepped out of her car. She made sure the car was locked and her side mirrors were folded up before stepping clear of the platform and hitting the button on the kiosk. She and Araragi stepped back, watching as the platform began to move and stowed her car into the parking garage. “The restaurant’s only a few blocks away,” Senjougahara informed Araragi as they started off. She linked her arm around him and felt him stiffen up slightly, but then relax as the two walked off. As they walked, Senjougahara assessed her bladder. Currently, she didn’t need to pee at all. That was good, it would give her plenty of time to spend at the restaurant with Araragi, and meant she was in no rush to get through their date night’s events quickly. The sun was starting to set as the two walked the remaining distance to the restaurant Senjougahara picked out. It was somewhat fancy, but not overly formal, and was well known for their grilled meats and fish dishes, which Araragi quite enjoyed. They also had a bar with an extensive menu, something that Senjougahara also factored in when choosing the location. As the two walked up to the entrance, however, Senjougahara paused in surprise. Standing there was a familiar face, and once she certainly hadn’t expected to see tonight. “H-H-Hanekawa!” Araragi exclaimed, equally as surprised as she was. “Oh, hello, Araragi-kun. Hitagi-san!” Hanekawa smiled politely, adjusting her glasses. “What brings you out here tonight?” Senjougahara asked, giving Hanekawa a once-over. She was wearing a rather revealing v-neck blouse with the top button left unfastened, exposing much of her ample cleavage. The blouse itself was tight-fitting and accentuated her breasts and waist, and to top it off she was wearing a tight black skirt and stockings, with a pair of high-heeled boots. It was not an outfit Hanekawa would wear just walking around casually. “Oh, well, actually, it’s quite embarrassing,” Hanekawa looked down sheepishly, “You see, I believe I’ve been stood up.” “Stood up?” Araragi asked, surprised. “Yes. A friend of mine set me up on a blind date, but I’ve been waiting here for a little over an hour. I don’t think they’re going to show up.” “I’m so sorry,” Araragi apologized. “It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting much to come of it,” Hanekawa brushed it off, but Senjougahara could tell she was still let down over it, “Anyway, is that why you two are here? On a date?” “Yes,” Senjougahara nodded, “It’s Koyomi’s birthday.” “Oh that’s right, I totally forgot!” Hanekawa gasped, “Happy birthday, Araragi-kun!” “Thank you,” Araragi nodded. “What’s your plan now?” Senjougahara asked. “Well, I’m here, so I might as well just eat myself and then go home,” Hanekawa answered. Araragi and Senjougahara looked at each other in understanding, and Senjougahara nodded. “Nonsense, you can join us,” Araragi offered. “What? Oh no, I could never…!” Hanekawa gasped, “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your date.” “It would be selfish of me not to let you join us after getting stood up like that,” Senjougahara insisted, “Besides, beyond our date, it’s Koyomi’s birthday, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy with letting you go off on your own just to give us space.” “Well,” Hanekawa paused, “As long as you two are sure.” “We’re sure,” Araragi nodded, “Now come on, let’s grab a table.” While Senjougahara wasn’t about to leave Hanekawa to go off on her own after getting stood up on a date, this did throw a wrench in her plans. She had fully intended to hold it and wet herself in front of Araragi tonight, but now with Hanekawa there, she was less sure about that plan. I guess it all depends on how long Hanekawa joins us for. If she joins us for dinner and we part ways after, I still have the ferris wheel ride and the hike up the mountain to hold it in front of Koyomi. As Senjougahara wracked her brain about her plans, they started discussing ordering drinks. “I suppose, since it’s my 20th, I’ll order some sake,” Araragi decided. “I’ll have a small beer,” Senjougahara requested, “I want to make sure I can drive home after our plans.” She also didn’t want to test her bladder under the effects of alcohol, but naturally she wasn’t going to admit that out loud. She then turned to Hanekawa. “Hanekawa-san, you’re old enough to drink, right?” “Ah, yeah, I suppose,” Hanekawa answered. “You should go ahead and order something,” Senjougahara offered, “On me.” “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to impose more than I am already,” Hanekawa shook her head sheepishly. “Nonsense,” Senjougahara sighed, “If there’s a time to drink, it’s definitely after getting stood up on a date. I can drive you home too, if that’s a concern.” “Oh no, it’s fine, I took a train here,” Hanekawa shook her head. Senjougahara suddenly noticed Hanekawa shuffling in her seat. Maybe it was because her mind was already on the subject of needing to pee for her surprise for Araragi later, but her first thought was Hanekawa might have to use the bathroom. She did say she was waiting for an hour for her date. She looked over at Araragi, and suddenly an idea began to formulate in Senjougahara’s mind. It was no secret that Araragi found Hanekawa attractive, and Senjougahara knew there was a closeness between them that she had come to accept as Araragi’s girlfriend. She also recalled the other magazines she found in his desk drawer of bespectacled women with big breasts. Hanekawa fit that descriptor perfectly. Koyomi would certainly appreciate seeing a girl like Hanekawa desperate to pee. Senjougahara was conflicted. On one hand, since it was Araragi’s fetish, there was definitely an intimate and sexual nature behind holding it in front of him, and Senjougahara wasn’t sure she wanted to share that with Hanekawa. Part of her was already jealous enough of Hanekawa without purposefully orchestrating a situation where Hanekawa was going to turn Araragi on by its very nature. Then again, if Araragi would appreciate getting to see one desperate girl tonight, he would definitely appreciate getting to see two. Also, part of Senjougahara wanted to see it as payback for intruding on their date, though she didn’t want to be that mean about it. In the end though, there was one thought that sealed the deal on the plan. I could see Koyomi’s reaction to Hanekawa needing to pee, and gauge whether I should keep holding it myself. That way if Koyomi’s not into it as much as I thought, I can pivot and change plans before making things too awkward. With that decided, it became Senjougahara’s goal to get Hanekawa desperate and keep her from the restrooms, as well as her original plan of holding it herself. “So, did you want to order drinks?” Senjougahara asked. Hanekawa, completely oblivious to Senjougahara’s plans, finally acquiesced, “I suppose a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” Hanekawa shifted in her seat slightly as she placed her order. In truth, she had been waiting out there for quite a while, during which time her bladder had begun to fill up. Not to the point of needing to get up and go right away, but it was already a nagging discomfort in the back of her mind. When the drinks came, they made it worse. Hanekawa had ordered a bottle of sake, much like Araragi, and she knocked back her first cup quickly. Araragi was much more careful about it, taking a smaller sip since it was his first time ordering drinks. Hanekawa let out a breath and immediately felt the alcohol tingle on the back of her tongue and warm her throat on the way down. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but almost immediately she could feel a tingling sensation in her bladder, as though it was filling up from the alcohol. Logically, she knew that couldn’t be the case, but it definitely didn’t help. She shuffled her legs underneath the table and glanced around, trying to find the restroom sign. Before she could find it, however, Senjougahara interrupted, “So, how’s the sake?” “Very good,” Araragi replied, pouring himself another cup and downing it a little faster this time, “I’m definitely tempted to order more.” “Go ahead,” Senjougahara encouraged, “It’s your birthday, so feel free to let loose a little tonight. Same goes for you, Hanekawa.” “Is that because of what happened?” Hanekawa asked, “Please don’t worry about it. As I said, I wasn’t expecting much from tonight either way. I really just agreed to it to humor my friend.” “That makes sense. You don’t seem like the kind of person who'd just go on a blind date for the sake of it,” Senjougahara noted, “Though, I’d definitely still be upset if I were you, so feel free to drink as much as you want.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” Hanekawa poured herself a second glass of sake, her nagging urge to pee temporarily forgotten as she downed the second glass. The three made small talk until it was time for them to order food, and Araragi made good on his promise to order more sake. “So, how have you been, Hanekawa?” Araragi asked, “We don’t get to see you much these days.” “Well, I’m taking a short break between my travels, mostly to work and save up some money,” Hanekawa answered, “Though, I do plan on heading to America soon.” “America?” Senjougahara echoed in surprise, “What made you interested in visiting there?” “Well, it just seems like a big place, and I hear it’s very diverse,” Hanekawa answered, “Plus, I can put my English skills to the test. Though admittedly I’m not very good.” “I wonder what kind of oddities they have over there,” Araragi thought aloud, “Surely they don’t have as many shrines and stuff, so I wonder if there’s less supernatural activity.” “Well, they still have beliefs, I’m sure,” Hanekawa pointed out, “If I run into anything interesting, I’ll be sure to let you know!” As Hanekawa went in for another sip of her sake, she once again felt her bladder nag her, and she shuffled in place. She glanced around again, once again trying to locate the signs pointing to the restrooms, but she couldn’t spot them amidst the busy restaurant and bright decor. She squirmed and resigned to ask the waitress next time she came around and took a big sip of the sake, feeling it tingle both on her lips and in her abdomen as she felt the alcohol’s effects. By the time the waitress came around again, Hanekawa was certainly feeling a little tipsy, her mind fuzzy and her face flushed. “How is everything?” the waitress asked the table. “Everything’s perfect, thank you!” Senjougahara replied politely. “The food’s very good, as well as the sake,” Araragi agreed. “Would you like another bottle?” the waitress asked. Araragi glanced over at Senjougahara, who nodded, and Araragi smiled, “Sure, I’ll have another round!” “You should order more too, Hanekawa,” Senjougahara looked over at her, “You’re nearly out.” “Oh no, that’s quite alright,” Hanekawa brushed off, “I couldn’t possibly, actually-” Just as Hanekawa was about to ask for directions to the restrooms, Senjougahara cut in with a “Nonsense, she’s just being modest. Let’s get another round for her too.” “It’s really fine,” Hanekawa tried back. “I insist,” Senjougahara shot back, “Besides, I can tell you’re enjoying it. You don’t have to act so restrained all the time.” “Fine, fine,” Hanekawa agreed. She focused in on Senjougahara, who was giving her an impassive look. Part of her wondered if she was up to something. She normally wasn’t so insistent. “Great, I’ll be right back!” the waitress responded. Hanekawa barely registered that she missed her chance to ask for the restroom. She was now suspicious of Senjougahara, and was trying to figure out why she was acting so abnormally. Was it because she was tipsy? No, it couldn’t be that. She only had one beer to keep herself sober for the drive home. Was it jealousy? Irritated, Hanekawa poured the last of her sake and downed it. Not too long after, the second bottle arrived, and Hanekawa once again let the waitress rush off before she could ask about the restrooms. The three finished up their meals and continued drinking and talking, with Araragi definitely getting tipsy. He was flushed in the face and Hanekawa could tell he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her, even with Senjougahara right there. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t eyeing his girlfriend up, either. Sandwiched between the two of them, Araragi was certainly living in a fantasy right now. Hanekawa herself was really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. She was definitely someone who valued her mind, so one would assume that she disliked how being tipsy affected her faculties. However, the truth was the opposite. Being someone who dealt with a lot of stress and tended to overthink things a lot, Hanekawa very much enjoyed the haze and reprieve that alcohol provided. She swayed slightly as she shuffled, her need to pee in the back of her mind as she smiled and laughed alongside Senjougahara and Araragi. “I wonder what brand of sake this is. We should definitely ask before we leave,” Araragi replied, “I wish you could try some, Hitagi.” “I’ll make sure to ask before we leave,” Senjougahara promised. “Are you sure, I don’t think you need anymore, Araragi,” Hanekawa pointed out, then in a sing-song voice, she added, “Your face is so red~!” “Your face is red too, Hanekawa,” Araragi pointed out. “Oh my, is it?” Hanekawa asked, “No wonder I feel so flushed.” She purposefully tugged at her collar, fanning herself with her hand, and giving Araragi a clear view of her cleavage. She could see him react almost instantly, the blush on his face growing deeper as he tried not to stare. Hanekawa laughed mischievously, her lips curling into a cat-like smile. Across the table, Senjougahara sat stiffly. She had seen Hanekawa’s display. She had definitely spurred this on with her insistence that the other girl drink, but she didn’t think Hanekawa of all people would have the audacity to flirt with Araragi right in front of her. She fumed silently, taking a sip of water. Suddenly, she felt the slightest nag from her bladder. Then again, wasn’t this my intention? Ultimately, my plan is to get her desperate in front of Koyomi. That’s definitely worse than flirting. Still, I’m not going to sit back quietly and allow this to continue unchallenged. “If the sake is so good, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try a small glass. After all, the night’s still young. I have plenty of time to let the alcohol get through my system.” “Ah, sure thing, Hitagi,” Araragi smiled, “Let me pour you-” Before Araragi could pour Hitagi a small glass, she reached over, leaning into Araragi and letting her face get really close to his as she grabbed the bottle. She made sure to press her chest into his shoulder as she poured a small amount into the glass he was using and grabbed it. Before she leaned back to take a sip, she gave Araragi a quick kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush further, and then shot a sly smile at Hanekawa. She then took a sip shamelessly from the same glass Araragi had been using, and felt the sake tingle on her tongue and warm her cheeks on its way down. Hanekawa blushed and looked down bashfully as she realized she had gotten caught red-handed flirting with Araragi. Rather than backing down, however, Hanekawa smirked, fueled by the alcohol and possibly the sawarineko somewhere in her subconscious. “How shameless, Hitagi-san,” Hanekawa teased, “Kissing Araragi-kun so openly.” “We’re dating,” Senjougahara fired back, “Though I suppose it was a bit insensitive of me to do that in front of someone who’s only here because they got stood up.” “It is a shame,” Hanekawa nodded, “I’m sure if I had been on a date with a man like Araragi-kun, they would’ve never stood me up like this.” At that, Hanekawa placed her hand on Araragi’s shoulder for emphasis, leaning over and once again giving him a clear view of her chest. Senjougahara responded by wrapping her arms around Araragi’s neck, clinging to him and getting close as she leaned over and nodded, “Yes, Koyomi is very considerate. I don’t think he’s ever kept me waiting. I’m quite lucky to have him.” Araragi, caught between the middle of them both, blushed furiously as his eyes darted back and forth between the two like ping pong balls. He took a sip of sake to distract himself, only to find that he had polished off the last of his bottle. “Ah, I’m out again,” Araragi noted, furrowing his brow as if contemplating ordering another round. “Koyomi,” Senjougahara spoke gently, running her hand over Araragi’s face, “I think we should get going.” “Nonsense,” Hanekawa smirked, “Hitagi-san, weren’t you the one saying we should let loose? Let’s get another round!” “We’ve overstayed our welcome, I think,” Senjougahara looked down at her phone to check the time, “If you want another round, I could see if we could get a bottle to-go.” In the end, they ordered a bottle for the road and Senjougahara paid the check, and the three of them stood up. As Hanekawa changed positions, she felt a wave of pressure hit her bladder and she shuffled her thighs slightly. She had entirely forgotten to ask where the restrooms were, and now that they had paid the check and were on their way out, she would have to go out of her way to ask. Instead, she resigned herself to hold it until she got back to the train station on her way home. “Well, thank you both for inviting me for dinner,” Hanekawa bowed, “I’m sorry I wound up intruding on your date.” “No problem!” Araragi shrugged off cheerfully, his face and his voice definitely giving away his tipsy state. “You don’t have to leave just yet,” Senjougahara offered, “In fact, I’d feel bad if we ditched you now that we’ve had drinks.” Hanekawa arched an eyebrow. In her tipsy haze, she had forgotten her suspicions of Senjougahara, but once again it definitely seemed like she was up to something. “Oh, really, I couldn’t possibly intrude on your date any more than I already have,” Hanekawa held up her hands, “I’m fine calling it a night and going home!” Senjougahara leaned in, “Please, don’t worry about it. We can go on a date any time. But tonight is Koyomi’s birthday. In truth, it was selfish of me to keep him all to myself for tonight. Right, Koyomi?” Koyomi sputtered as he was caught off-guard by Senjougahara’s question, “W-well, I think it was fine that we made my birthday a date, so I wouldn’t say it was selfish.” “But the truth is, there’s other people who want to celebrate your birthday too,” Senjougahara pointed out, “At the very least, tonight, now that Hanekawa’s here, she can celebrate your birthday with us.” “Ah, yeah, yeah, that makes sense,” Araragi agreed absentmindedly. “There’s that amusement park that just reopened after renovations just down town from here,” Senjougahara turned to Hanekawa, “That’s where we were heading next. Surely you’ll join us?” Hanekawa was a bit wary, getting a number of mixed signals from Senjougahara. On one hand she was definitely jealous when she was flirting with Araragi earlier. On the other hand, she was the one insisting that she tag along with what should have been their date. In truth, Senjougahara had fully noticed Hanekawa’s growing desperation over the dinner, and fully intended to rope her into her plans now that she was starting to show the signs of needing to pee. Senjougahara herself was also feeling the urge to pee, but so far she had done a better job of hiding it. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to join you two,” Hanekawa answered finally. With that, the three of them set off. The walk to the amusement park wasn’t far, but Senjougahara led them down a slightly convoluted route. Her plan was to avoid any convenience stores or other places with easily accessible restrooms. Part of that was to make sure that, in whatever stage of discomfort she was in after leaving the restaurant, she wouldn’t back down from her plans. Now, however, it had a second effect. She glanced back at Hanekawa from time to time, and it was clear the bespectacled girl had to go. She was walking stiffly and shuffling a bit, and while it could have been from the alcohol, Senjougahara had seen from how much she was squirming at the restaurant that she definitely had to pee. Senougahara herself needed to pee too. What had started as a small nag at the restaurant had grown into an urge that she could not quite shake from her mind, and she pressed her thighs together with each step. One of her hands was intertwined with Araragi’s, but her other played with the bottom hem of her dress. This was perfect, though. From her test yesterday, she was filling up right on schedule. She glanced back again at Hanekawa, who was definitely struggling to keep pace with them with her full bladder. Every once in a while she caught her glancing around, looking urgently for a restroom that wouldn’t be there. Senjougahara allowed herself a small smile. Planning out the route ahead of time definitely helped. By the time they got to the amusement park, Senjougahara was definitely struggling to hide her need to pee, and Hanekawa was showing it clearly. Senjougahara glanced at Araragi to see if he noticed, but either because he was drunk or oblivious, he hadn’t seemed to catch on to Hanekawa’s plight yet. As soon as they paid for their tickets and got past the front entrance, both Araragi and Hanekawa began looking around. They spotted clear signs to the restroom, and Araragi spoke up first. “I gotta head to the bathroom, you two don’t mind waiting, right?” “Acutally-” Hanekawa spoke up before Senjougahara cut her off, “Not at all! Go ahead.” As Araragi rushed off, Hanekawa shuffled in place. She was about to complain that she had to go too, when Senjougahara glared at her seriously. “Now that Koyomi’s gone, I wanted to talk to you privately.” “What ever about?” “I don’t think I need to remind you of this, but don’t forget that Koyomi is mine,” Senjougahara narrowed her eyes, “Don’t pretend I didn’t see what happened back at the restaurant. I’ll give you a pass on that, because it’s Araragi’s birthday, and you’re clearly drunk, but keep in mind there’s a limit to what I’ll permit.” “Oh?” Hanekawa tilted her head to the side, “If you’re that upset about it, surely you wouldn’t have invited me here when I was perfectly fine dipping out after the restaurant?” “I have my own reasons for that,” Senjougahara replied. “I knew you were up to something, Hitagi-san,” Hanekawa smiled, “But I’ll play along for now.” Senjougahara let out a sigh and shuffled in place herself, something that did not go unnoticed by Hanekawa. Perhaps it was because she needed to pee herself, but it definitely looked like she wasn’t the only one needing a trip to the restroom. “I know you and Koyomi care for each other, and have a bond that won’t go away just because I’m in the picture. In fact, a lot of accepting Araragi as a partner is accepting that truth for many people, on many levels,” Senjougahara replied, “So for tonight, I’m fine sharing a little. But only as long as you remember that ultimately Koyomi gave himself to me.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Hanekawa nodded. Senjougahara nodded, and Araragi returned. While he was fully relieved,both Senjougahara and Hanekawa were not. Hanekawa once again glanced towards the restrooms, but it would be awkward saying she had to go now, when she had the perfect chance to go earlier. In truth, that had been Senjougahara’s primary reason for talking to her. It wasn’t like that she didn’t also want to remind Hanekawa that Araragi was hers, but her main goal was stopping her from simply going to the bathroom when it was right there. “Oh, I should’ve told you earlier, our main plan was to ride the ferris wheel,” Senjougahara pointed out, “Though, now that we’re here, I suppose we could realistically go on any of the rides.” “I’ll leave that up to you. I know a ferris wheel is a bit of a couple’s event, so I wouldn’t want to feel like a third wheel,” Hanekawa smiled. “What about it, Koyomi? Any other rides you were interested in here?” Senjougahara asked. “Not in particular,” Araragi answered, “I think it’s fine for us all to ride the ferris wheel.” Senjougahara squirmed and let out a slight sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure her bladder would hold up on a more intense ride, and that was to say nothing of Hanekawa, who was biting her lip and shifting her weight from foot to foot. With that decided, the three got in line for the ferris wheel. Since it was the main new attraction, and since it was the weekend at night, the line for the ride was pretty long. Senjougahara had, of course, factored this into her plans. It would give her plenty of time to build up her desperation for the ferris wheel and the hike to come after. Hanekawa, on the other hand, hadn’t factored in the long wait, and she was definitely starting to struggle. The alcohol she had earlier was doing her no favors as she squirmed in place, trying to be subtle even as she felt the pressure building in her abdomen. She stood there, rubbing her thighs together, and glanced back at Senjougahara. Senjougahara herself was also starting to fill up. While she had kept herself mostly sober, the beer and small glass of sake from earlier had definitely worked their way through her system, and on top of that she was sure to drink plenty of water at the restaurant with her meal. All that water was slowly making its way into her bladder, and she could feel it slowly filling as she waited in line. She was shifting around restlessly, rubbing her knees together as she bounced from foot to foot, trying to make it seem like she was just impatient rather than desperate. By the time they were halfway through the line, Hanekawa was having a hard time hiding her clear discomfort. She was bobbing in place and grabbing at the hem of her skirt, fighting the urge to hold herself openly. She glanced around. From where the line was, she could see signs for a restroom off in the distance. She longed to excuse herself and rush off to relieve herself, but she doubted she’d be able to return to her place in line if she left. “Hey, Hanekawa, are you okay?” Araragi asked. The sudden question startled her, and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling a powerful wave. She was afraid she was going to leak, but she managed to keep it contained as she turned to Araragi. If he had noticed she had to pee even while tipsy, it really meant she was doing a bad job hiding it. “Y-yes, I’m fine,” Hanekawa answered. “Are you sure? You seem a bit restless,” Araragi pressed further. “Oh, it’s just from the alcohol earlier. Maybe I drank too much.” Araragi nodded, but didn’t seem to buy it, and Hanekawa tried to stifle her desperate movements more now that she knew she was being obvious. Senjougahara eyed Araragi after the exchange, noticing a blush on his face as he watched Hanekawa’s desperation. He definitely seemed fixated by it, glancing over at her frequently and getting more red-faced. This was exactly the confirmation Senjougahara was looking for. With that, Senjougahara stopped hiding her own growing need, no longer disguising her shuffling as she waited in line. Her bladder grew like a filling balloon in her abdomen, and now that she was more confident that it would be to Araragi’s liking, she crossed her legs and bobbed in place a bit as she tried to ignore her urge to pee. They slowly started moving up to the front of the line, with both girls getting more and more desperate as time went on. Hanekawa was definitely starting to struggle, finding it hard to stand still as she squirmed around desperately. She was then hit with a strong wave of desperation, and she leaned forwards, discreetly rubbing her abdomen as she tried to keep from leaking. “You know what, I changed my mind, you two can ride the ferris wheel on your own,” Hanekawa spoke up suddenly. Unlike Senjougahara, who was holding it on purpose, Hanekawa had reached the point where she wasn’t going to push her body any farther. She tried to leave the line, but was stopped by Senjougahara, who smiled at her, “Nonsense, you’ve waited in line this whole time. Besides, both me and Koyomi say it’s fine. You’re not intruding on anything.” Hanekawa glanced back towards the restroom sign and blushed, “Actually, I-” “Besides, me and Koyomi both had passes, but you had to pay to get in. It would be a shame if you paid just to wind up not going on any of the rides,” Senjougahara replied. “It’s really no trouble, besides, I-” “Oh hey, it’s our turn,” Araragi pointed out. “See, it’s our turn! Come on, Hanekawa-san!” Senjougahara smiled. Hanekawa was sure of it now. Senjougahara was up to something. Reluctantly, she nodded, piling into the ride car behind Senjougahara and Araragi. She sat across from them, her eyes narrowing at Senjougahara as she watched her squirm too. Much like it was when they were waiting in line, Hanekawa couldn’t sit still, and Araragi got a full view of her squirming desperately. She shuffled her feet and rubbed her knees together, placing a hand on her thigh. She looked very close to grabbing herself, but she wouldn’t let herself do that in front of Araragi, even though she was close to bursting at this point. Beside Araragi, Senjougahara squirmed as well, making sure Araragi could feel her shuffling as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her bladder sloshed in her abdomen and she bit her lip, letting out a soft sigh of desperation as she sat next to her boyfriend. She could see Araragi getting all hot and bothered, his cheeks red from more than just the alcohol as his eyes once again shifted from the clearly desperate Hanekawa across from him to Senjougahara at his side, equally restless and squirming. “Hitagi-” Araragi was about to ask, when Senjougahara placed a finger on his lips, cutting him off. She leaned close to him, letting out a soft moan as her movement put pressure on her filling bladder, and she covered her mouth so Hanekawa couldn’t read her lips or her her as she whispered into his ear. “By the way, I’m sure you’ve noticed it by now, Koyomi,” Senjougahara whispered softly and sensually, making sure to press her body into his as she squirmed, “But both me and Hanekawa need to pee right now.” “...!” Araragi let out an audible gulp as his eyes widened, and his ever-present ahoge stood straight up on end. He looked over at Senjougahara in shock, before looking across at Hanekawa, completely speechless. If his face had been red before, it was nothing compared to right now. “Feel free to enjoy the show. From both of us. Ogle all you like, I won’t get mad.” Caught at a loss for words, Araragi simply nodded, clearly flustered by the presence of not one, but two desperate girls sitting in the same ferris wheel capsule as him. Senjougahara continued to make her desperation known as she danced and squirmed right next to him, letting him feel her restless movements through her body. Across from him, Hanekawa shuffled in her seat desperately. She noticed Senjougahara’s desperation and flirting with Araragi, but it clearly sat at the back of her mind as she glanced out the window urgently. They were about at the peak of the ride, meaning they were only halfway through. Suddenly, she was hit with a strong, desperate wave, and she was forced to grab herself openly, hiking her hands up her skirt and clamping down on her crotch as she bit her lip. She could feel the pressure mount right at her pee hole as her abdomen ached, and she was sure she was going to lose control. Somehow, though, she managed to keep the floodgates closed, and made it through the wave without so much as a leak. She doubted she’d be so lucky next time. Senjougahara herself was also filling up fast, and while she had started the night less desperate than Hanekawa, the fact that getting desperate was her intention meant she was catching up fast, even without the aid of the sake. She rubbed her abdomen through her dress as she felt her bladder start to bulge out. She made sure to let out strained breaths and moans as she danced in her seat next to Araragi. His own breaths were ragged and his heart was racing from the scene before him, and Senjougahara knew he was turned on by her “gift” to him. By the time the ride was over, Hanekawa hobbled out of the capsule, and Senjougahara had a hard time getting up, having to stop and squeeze her thighs together as Araragi helped her climb out. “So, this was your plan all along, Hitagi-san?” Hanekawa asked aloud, “Getting me desperate in front of Araragi? I assume that’s something he’s into?” “Sorry, I know it’s quite shameless of me, but Koyomi seems to be enjoying the view,” Senjougahara pointed out, purposefully shuffling to fluster Araragi even further. “I uh… well,” Araragi blushed, “It’s just something I have an interest in. It’s not like I can help it.” “In truth, I hadn’t planned on getting you involved until I noticed you already had to go at the restaurant. It was just going to be me,” Senjougahara admitted, “I hope you’re not too mad.” Hanekawa glanced again towards the restrooms longingly, her knees buckling as she hopped in place. Her hand was resting on the front of her skirt, only a few centimeters away from openly holding herself. “I feel a bit manipulated, but if it’s for Araragi-kun, then I don’t mind,” Hanekawa answered, “So what’s the plan now, or have I given you enough of a show?” “Oh?” Senjougahara asked, “You look like you’re in pretty bad shape, are you sure you’re okay with continuing?” “I can hold it a bit longer,” Hanekawa nodded, “Though, I doubt my underwear will stay dry if I push it any further.” Araragi sputtered and gawked at that open admission. Senjougahara nodded, herself shuffling in place at the thought of leaking, “Very well. The last part of the plan was hiking up a short path to the nearby mountain lake. Obviously it was supposed to be a romantic stargazing spot for me and Koyomi, but it’s also the perfect, private place for us to hold it to our limits. Unless you want to back down now?” “Of course not.” And so, the three left the amusement park and started the long, desperate walk up to the mountain path. Luckily Hanekawa had agreed to play along, because Senjougahara wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold it through a long, convoluted path that avoided restrooms. Even now she was struggling to conceal her desperation as they walked past crowds of other people living the night life. Hanekawa, on the other hand, couldn’t. She had a hand firmly pressed between her legs as she shuffled forwards stiffly. Her bladder was bulging against the waistband of her skirt and pushing out with all its might to coax her to release the pent-up flood inside of her. Her face burned as she felt the gaze of other onlookers, clearly aware of her need. Beyond that she could feel Araragi’s gaze on her every time he glanced back. By the time the three got to the mountain path, Hanekawa was having serious doubts whether she could make it until the end of the hike. Still, she was determined to at least get to the lake. Thankfully, it was far more private on the path up the mountain. Hanekawa grabbed herself with her other hand as well and practically hobbled up the stone path. Senjougahara also took full advantage of the privacy, openly grabbing herself as well, and dancing frantically with each step. She could feel her bladder swelling out against the tight fabric of her dress. Araragi could probably see the bulge as she walked alongside him. “How much further, Hitagi-san?” Hanekawa asked frantically. “It’s not far to go now, thankfully.” The confirmation that they were almost there was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, Hanekawa was more determined than ever to make it to the top, but on the other, the anticipation of her reaching her destination made her bladder spasm with the prospect of imminent relief. Hanekawa doubled over, letting out a light squeak as she fought hard against the raging tide inside of her. She felt a strong wave of pressure push out against her pee hole and she gasped. A small spurt escaped into her panties, soaking through as she desperately tried to hold back. For a second, she thought that she was about to wet herself, but somehow she mustered the rest of her strength and managed to regain control. Thankfully, it was only a few more steps before the end of the path and the mountain lake came into view. The stars sparkled above and reflected off the water’s surface, interrupted only by the occasional, quiet ripple. The sight of so much water was almost enough to make Senjougahara lose it there. Her bladder spasmed and she doubled over, letting out a soft moan as she clung to Araragi’s side. She squeezed her eyes shut until the wave passed, righting herself shakily as they moved closer to the lake. “We made it,” Senjougahara announced, a sense of surprise and relief in her voice. “So, what’s the plan now?” Hanekawa asked. She looked every part like she was at her limit, now shaking more than dancing as she squeezed her thighs together and clamped down on her crotch as if physically holding back all her pent-up urine. “I suppose we should ask Koyomi,” Senjougahara suggested, turning to look at her very flustered, and clearly very aroused boyfriend, “What would you have us do? Do you want to watch us hold it to our limits and wet ourselves?” “A-ah, well, you don’t have to,” Araragi blushed furiously, “Just seeing you holding it was enough, I wouldn’t ask you to go that far.” “Nonsense, we’ve already held it this much,” Senjougahara replied, “Besides, it’s not like there are any toilets around. Are you okay with that, Hanekawa-san?” “Y-yes,” Hanekawa nodded, blushing, “Honestly, I don’t know if I have much of a choice on the matter.” She dipped down as her knees buckled and gasped, letting out another spurt into her panties. This one soaked through and began trickling down her legs as she desperately tried to plug herself up. Hanekawa barely managed it, but she was at her limit. “Say, Araragi-kun?” Hanekawa spoke, voice strained from the effort of holding it in, “Why don’t you judge how sexy we are when we wet ourselves?” “H-huh!?” Araragi’s eyes bulged out of his sockets as he heard the bold suggestion. “Me or Hitagi-san, who’s sexier when wetting themselves?” Hanekawa repeated. She then turned to Senjougahara, “You don’t have room to complain, since you’re the one who roped me into this.” “Fine,” Senjougahara nodded. Hanekawa then turned around, doubling over desperately and shaking her hips as she grabbed herself tightly. She gave Araragi a bit of a show as she squirmed and danced in place, leaking a couple more times as her bladder was strained past its limits. Suddenly, she was hit with another powerful wave of desperation, and Hanekawa knew this would be her last. “A-ah, I can’t hold it anymore!” Hanekawa announced. Her legs buckled one last time and she let out one final, long spurt into her panties. She managed to slow the stream to a trickle, but only barely, and then a few seconds later, the dam burst. Hanekawa let out a gasp as a hot stream of pee shot out of her, completely soaking through her already wet panties and spraying hard onto the ground beneath her. She let out a loud moan as she finally lost control, pee streaming down her legs and splashing hard onto the ground beneath her. The sight of Hanekawa peeing nearly made Senjougahara lose control, and she was forced to jam both hands between her legs, squirming frantically next to Araragi as she tried to hold on. Considering the display Hanekawa put on right before losing control, Senjougahara wanted to tease Araragi on her own more before she wet herself. Unfortunately, that meant holding it while watching and hearing Hanekawa pee right in front of her. “Aaah~” Hanekawa let out another sensual moan as she continued to pee full-force into her panties. She braced herself with a hand against her knee as her legs quivered. The intense pressure gave way to blissful relief as her bladder emptied itself out right there. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered Araragi watching her intently, clearly hot and bothered. As her puddle spread out beneath her, Hanekawa finally felt her stream slow and then taper off, and soon she was standing there, the last few drops streaming out as she finished emptying her bladder. She let out a loud, relieved sigh and blushed as she faced Araragi. “I was holding in quite a bit, I really couldn’t hold it anymore,” she spoke teasingly, “I hope that was to your liking, Araragi-kun.” Araragi let out an audible gulp as his face burned. “Koyomi.” Next to him, Senjougahara was still squirming, holding herself desperately. She had waited patiently for Hanekawa to finish, but the sight had pushed her right up to the edge, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. “Koyomi, look at me,” she repeated, practically whispering into his ear. She pressed herself right up against him and grabbed his hand, guiding it to her swollen abdomen. His eyes widened as he felt her bulging bladder, swelling like a rock and clearly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. “I’m at my limit,” Senjougahara announced. Despite that, she managed to hold on a few more m moments, dancing desperately at Araragi’s side and smiling at his gaze fixated on her. She felt her bladder squeeze out, trying to get her to give into the intense desperation like Hanekawa, and she let out a breathy moan as she felt herself leak. She clamped down, biting her lip as she shuffled, barely regaining control. However, the wave did not let up, and Senjougahara doubled over, feeling her bladder strain against her muscles as she tried to keep the flood contained just a bit longer. It started as a few dribbles, leaking out even as Senjougahara grasped at her crotch. She tried to stop, but she felt more and more hot drips escape her pee hole and soak through her panties. She then let out a spurt, and another, and she knew she had pushed her body to it’s limits. “Koyomi, watch me,” Senjougahara spoke again. In the next moment, she popped. A powerful stream of pee burst out of her, totally soaking through her panties and the front of her dress as she doubled over. The stream splashed hard against the ground and instinctively Araragi stepped back to avoid the puddle that was quickly forming beneath Senjougahara’s feet. Senjougahara let out a breathy, orgasmic moan as she leaned forwards and continued peeing. Her swollen bladder ached as it slowly drained, her legs buckling from the sheer relief as she finally let out everything she had been holding in. Both Araragi and Hanekawa watched intently, with Araragi’s heart racing as he got to watch his girlfriend wet herself right in front of him. Hanekawa watched more out of curiosity. She had just wet herself, but now she was seeing what it looked like from another perspective. Soon, Senjougahara’s stream slowed to a trickle, and then a few final spurts as she forced the rest out. As soon as she was done, she stepped out of her puddle-- which was not as large as Hanekawa’s, but still quite impressive in size-- and latched onto Araragi, clinging to him for support. “Well, how was that?” Senjougahara asked. “That was…” Araragi paused, clearly flustered and looking for the right words, “That was incredible. Thank you, Hitagi.” “I believe you also owe us an answer,” Senjougahara looked over at Hanekawa, who had stepped out of her own puddle and had stepped closer to the two of them, looking at Araragi expectantly. “Which one of us was sexier when wetting ourselves?” “W-well,” Araragi gulped. “You can give an honest answer. I won’t be mad,” Senjougahara encouraged him. “Well…” Araragi cleared his throat, changing his voice to make it sound more serious, like this was an official critique, “While both of you were incredibly sexy, and watching you wet yourselves was unbelievably erotic, I’m going to have to go with you, Hitagi. And I’m not saying that just because you’re my girlfriend. While Hanekawa’s body is naturally erotic on its own due to her proportions, there’s something about the way you move when you have to pee that I can’t resist. I’m sorry, Hanekawa, but Hitagi’s the winner on this one.” “That’s fine, no need to apologize,” Hanekawa smiled, “Honestly, I was mostly messing around anyway. I know you belong to Hitagi-san, and I lost before the contest even began.” “Thanks for playing along, Hanekawa-san,” Senjougahara nodded, “I’m sure Koyomi thoroughly enjoyed his birthday present.” Araragi nodded in confirmation, face still red from the night’s events. “Of course,” Hanekawa nodded, “And while Koyomi might belong to you, I don’t mind doing erotic things like this every once in a while, as long as you’re okay with a bit of sharing, Hitagi-san.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Senjougahara answered coyly. With that, the two girls continued to tease Araragi as they began making their way back down the mountain. Despite the night not going how any of them planned, Araragi knew that he would have the memory of both Hanekawa and Senjougahara wetting themselves burned into his mind forever. The End

This is a classic from the Female Desperation site (Shara and Ger) Many years ago I used this particular story to help explain to a girlfriend what I was really into and how I would love a kinky date to go - and it worked! Suzzie's Hold It By: Nigel I’ve never known a need to pee like it. I was so desperate as we pulled up outside his house I thought I was going to die. My legs were crossed so tight I didn’t dare move. He came round to open the car door for me but I just sat there, convinced that if I moved I’d pee a flood in my knickers, which were now stretching to accommodate the swelling of my over full bladder. We’d been into town for a few drinks and half way through, as I rose to go to the Ladies he had asked me not to, saying it turned him on so much so see a lady bursting for the loo would I mind waiting until we got home. I’d fancied this guy for ages and would do anything for him. Without even thinking I just said, “Okay!” and sat right back down. I didn’t feel it was an unusual request. I’ve always been pretty broad minded, besides I’ve known through experience that having a fairly full bladder can enhance my sexual appetite and I really wanted to please this guy tonight. It was our third date and we both knew where we would end up afterwards. It had been ages since I’d last made love and I couldn’t wait to see this guy in all his glory. Anyway he made me sit there for another hour and a half and kept buying me drinks until I had to ask him to stop or I’d wet myself. By the time we left I must have had three pints or more. Normally I’d have been well gone by then but all I could think about was getting to a loo and having a longed for wee. I actually asked him if I could just go a little bit before we left but he shock his head and just steered me past the door to the Ladies. I craned my head backwards, looking longingly at the door, my bladder shrieking its concern as more trickles filled it beyond its normal pressure. I was literally aching to go as we stood by his car, not a desperate, “I’ve got to piss any second” kind of desperate, just a very full heavy dull ache. Sitting in his car was a great relief and I settled back to endure the ride back to his place. A little while into the journey I found his hand wandering towards my aching belly, pressing gently against my short skirt. I lifted my blouse clear with one hand and pulled the waistband of my skirt so he could reach inside and touch the firm bulge of my bladder. His eyes lit up at the firm rigidness and I gazed in some alarm at the now huge straining bulge I was having to contain. Almost at once the urge to pee increased alarmingly. After a few minutes I was glad to have him withdraw and I let my skirt again rest on my aching bladder. It was beginning to take every ounce of will not to reach a hand under my skirt and press against my pee hole. Instead I crossed my legs tight. I looked across to see him smiling and I noticed a pleasant bulge developing in his trousers. Smiling myself I reached out a hand of my own and gave him a firm squeeze. He grunted with pleasure. For the next five minutes or so I kept caressing him, by which time the frantic need of my condition started to take overwhelming priority once more. It was then that we turned into his road and he spun into the driveway. The sudden realisation of how near I was to a loo sent shock waves of desperation spinning through me and I had to clamp down with all my might to prevent an accident. I sat there rigid as he came round and opened the passenger door. It was a full minute before I dared move. Clambering out I was hopping up and down on the spot as he locked the door. I kept glancing nervously around, terrified that a neighbour might see me in such a condition. At last he made his way down the path towards the front door and I trotted dutifully behind him, again hopping on the spot as he struggled with the front door key. “Where’s your loo?!” I stammered as I stepped inside ahead of him, both hands instinctively now pressed into my crotch. “There’s no hurry for that is there?” He said with a sly grin. “ I’d love to hold longer for you,” I said “ But I’m really bursting!” Thoughts of sex or coffee were rapidly being cast aside right now as all I could think about was getting inside his toilet. “Five more minutes.” He said, “Then I’ll let you go.” I glanced at my watch as if that would give me a clue as to whether I could hold on. Grimacing I nodded my agreement, glancing upstairs to see if I could catch site of where the loo was. My hands were still pressing urgently against my crotch as he steered me into the living room and then through to the kitchen. He fussed around filling a kettle while I stood leaning back against one of the units with my legs twisted together. The kettle flicked on, he steered me back into the living room and urged me to sit on the sofa. He sat next to me and we kissed. I crossed my legs again as his hand wandered up my thigh. I so wanted him to touch me there so I released my hands from my lap, praying I would be able to hold on for just a few more minutes. His hand slowly rose towards my panties and his fingers inched inside to my swollen pussy lips. I was almost thrusting against his hand as his fingers felt along the length of my slit before curving upwards. I don’t know how he did it but he found a spot right against my pee hole and the pressure of his fingers there felt so wonderful. His other hand had found the zip of my skirt and was gently inching it downwards. I wanted to tell him to stop as I needed to pee sooo badly but at the same time I needed to be out of that skirt as the pressure of the waistband on my bladder was excruciating. I eased my bum off the sofa and allowed him to ease my skirt off. Instantly he reached for my knickers. Oh God how I wanted him to slow down but at the same time continue. My senses were ablaze and despite my urgent need to pee I was lusting after him like I’d never lusted after anyone before. I let him inch my panties off and as they slipped to the floor we both gazed in wonder at the fullness of my bladder just for a few split seconds. Then I was all over him. I spun round and frantically leaned over him, hurriedly snapping open the buttons on his shirt and with his help yanking it free. Instantly I was working at the buckle of his belt and then yanking down his zipper. I reached inside his boxers for his dick while my other hand found its way back between my own legs as urgent messages again surged towards my bladder. He pulled off his jeans while I rubbed his hardness. I had suddenly turned from being frantic to pee to being frantic for sex in almost an instant. He peeled off my blouse and bra leaving us both now totally naked. I knew if I stopped for an instant I’d pee myself. I was so full it was hurting with every movement but I had to have him. His hands were squeezing my tits. I threw him back on the sofa and plunged my mouth onto his, kissing forcefully. His hands fell behind to my buttocks, which were quivering madly as the muscles of my bladder started to relax. Grimly I wedged myself tight shut. His hands felt around my bum to my dripping pussy. I was so wet down there I could have taken a shaft of steel! For a few moments his hand rubbed my cunt while I reached again for his dick and rubbed him to the point of cumming. At that point he shrieked his dismay and I stopped just in time. Hurriedly I lay back on the sofa and instantly the pressure in my bladder became unbearable. Something had to give, and very, very soon! I knew I was going to let rip with a burst of pee any second and told him so. He didn’t care, but quickly parted my thighs. I knew I’d lost any hope of control so I just let him, hanging grimly on to my fading sphincter muscles until the last possible moment. Suddenly he was inside me. His mammoth dick sliding gracefully inside my expectant love canal. Even with him inside me I could feel myself starting to lose the battle. I could sense tiny trickles leaking into my urethra. With his dick inside up to the hilt he started pounding quite softly at first. He was leaning over me, trying hard not to press down on my bladder but it was so terrible swollen by now he couldn’t help but nudge against it now and then. I felt myself let go a burst of pee which filled my pee canal but couldn’t get any further due to the fullness of his dick thrusting inside me. At that point I came and just lay back with my eyes closed in absolute heaven. The little burst of pee had proved enough to withhold from any further leaks until he had finished and as he did so a minute or two later I came again. Panting we just lay there for a minute or two until I eased him off. I was terribly in need of a wee again and as he eased his dick out the short tantalising burst I’d let go earlier trickled out, barely a trickle in fact. I staggered to my feet, and smiling naked in front of him with a bladder the size of a small melon I asked politely, “Do you mind telling me where your toilet is now?!” He smiled and directed me upstairs. As lady like as I could I walked slowly towards the stairs and went up. I knew I had never held so much pee in my life and didn’t want to waste the opportunity of seeing just how much. In my younger days I’d measured a hold of 1.3 litres. Curiosity got the better of me and instead of using the loo I squatted over an empty waste paper bin and let rip. I peed for simply ages, on and off. In fact I was in there so long he came up to see if I was okay. I hadn’t locked the door, so invited him in. After a look of shock disappeared he was as keen as I was to see how much I’d held. Downstairs afterwards we measured it at an incredible 1.45 litres! With the tiny trickle I had let go earlier we settled on a figure of 1.5 !! I was so pleased and just the thought made me so randy we were very soon upstairs enjoying another session in his bedroom. Nigel.

Part One Rosie sprung out of bed one morning with an uncharacteristic eagerness. She pulled off her night shirt, clasped on a padded bra and pulled a tank top on. She got her tightest pair of faded jeans, the ones that showed off her butt the best. She had to hop around to get them over her butt, bending forward to force to clasp closed around her belly. It hugged her tightly, far too tight for comfort, but today she was dressing for looks. She went into the bathroom, where her roommate Faye was doing her makeup. “Oh, nice outfit!” she complimented. Rosie smiled at her. “I have a date,” she said, undoing her pants, pulling them to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. “Oh? Someone I know?” “I don’t think so, I met him at the gym,” she said, her morning pee splattering loudly into the bowl. Faye gave her a weird look. “You talk to guys at the gym?” She shrugged. “He seemed really nice. Showed me something I was doing wrong, and we kinda hit it off!” She wiped and did a couple little hops to get her jeans back up. “Phew!” she muttered when she clasped them. She moved next to Faye in the mirror and mercilessly tamed her curly blond hair. She put on a bit more makeup than usual, then sat down in the living room. She unbuttoned her pants so she could relax. Several hours went by, the time of the date rapidly approaching. “You want some coffee?” Faye called from the kitchen. “I don’t know if I should drink something that’ll make me more nervous,” she laughed, tapping her feet. “Aw, come on! I’m trying a new mix. Just have some water with it. It’ll dilute in your belly.” “Hm. Alright,” she turned around and sat on her knees, facing her friend. “What kind of mix?” “The one… Uhh, this one,” she held up the bag. “I’ll bring it to you.” A couple minutes later, Rosie had a tall, hot coffee in one hand, and a water bottle in the other. “It’s really good,” she said, finishing it pretty quickly. It was only a matter of time before the water bottle was gone, too. About an hour went by before it was time to leave. “Okay,” she said, finally clasping her constrictive jeans, “wish me luck. I’m about to go meet him for drinks.” “Keep me updated!” Faye called as her friend left the apartment. It was only a few block’s walk to the restaurant, dimly lit by the setting sun. On the way there, she felt a slight urge to urinate. Most likely the coffee, but it could also be her nerves. She showed her ID and was seated at a tall table in a dimly lit lounge, handed a menu of cocktails, and was told there’d be live music shortly. After about ten minutes of waiting, sipping a glass of ice water, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Drew!” she greeted. “Rose!” He hugged her. He smelled like aftershave and weed. “How’re you doing? Was the drive alright?” “I actually just walked! I live right up the road, basically.” He sat down and looked around. “So you come here a lot?” “Sometimes. I like the jazz bands. Super chill.” “Super chill indeed. What’re you drinking?” “I was thinking on this,” she pointed to a drink on the menu, “but it’s a lot to drink. Plus, I thought the alcohol content might be a little high…” Drew waved his hand dismissively. “I can drive you home if you need me to. Get whatever you want!” She shrugged. “Alright.” The date went pretty well. They found a shared interest in exotic pets. Rosie ended up having two of those drinks and then some. Then, something on the wall caught her eye. She gasped. “The fireworks show was tonight!? We should have totally went to see that instead!” Drew turned to look. Then he checked his phone. “It’s not too late! Not if we left right now! What do you think?” She turned her eyes to the many empty glasses on her table. “You okay to drive?” “Absolutely! Come on, let’s go!” He tossed down a bunch of cash haphazardly, then grabbed her hand and led her out. It made her heart skip a beat. Something about his devil-may-care demeanor was really drawing her closer, but she really would have liked to hit the ladies room before they left. That slight urge to pee had grown to a definite need, an uncomfortable sensation made worse by her constrictive pants. She figured she could wait until they got there. He had a nice car. It had that new car smell. Although they conversed the whole way there, the many drinks she had made her need to pee rapidly increase. She crossed her legs tightly, tapping her feet and jiggling. “So, have you ever had an exotic pet?” she asked. “No, I just like the idea of it. My cousin had a monkey. Dedicated an entire room for him. The problem is, a lot of those animals need things we can’t give them. It’s kind of inhumane to keep them as pets.” “Yeah, I hear you,” she crossed her legs the other way, pulling her waistband away from her swelling bladder. “How far are we from the pier?” “‘Bout fifteen minutes. The light show starts at seven.” It was 6:30. “We’re barely gonna make it. We gotta walk all the way there…” “We’ll make it,” he reassured. “You wanna listen to some music?” He put the radio on, causing Rosie to retreat inside her head a bit. It definitely wasn’t an emergency, but she had to pee pretty badly. By the time they got there, she was fidgeting around in her seat, rubbing her thighs together when they weren’t crossed. Pulling into a parking spot, she was really antsy. Plus, her pants fit so tightly around her waist that she could tell it was going to leave reddish marks on her skin. It squished her belly, and subsequently her full bladder, intensifying her urge to pee. “Come on, let’s hurry!” Drew said, shutting the car off. “My thoughts exactly,” she gave herself a discreet squeeze as she got out, ready to rush to the potty the moment she could. They walked briskly down to the pier, a pretty romantic moonlit walk, albeit somewhat rushed. As soon as they got there, the first firework went off. “Whoa,” she said as it exploded mid-air. It wasn’t enough to distract her from how badly she had to urinate. She shifted her weight side to side, kicking her feet behind her. Suddenly, Drew pulled her close and she had to stifle her squirming. It wasn’t easy to do. Her urge was growing by the minute.

Hello! Here's an anonymous commission that's been on-and-off work for a while now! Finally revised it and got permission to post last night! Just as a heads up: THERE IS NO ACTUAL PEEING IN THIS. It is just a LOT of holding! Thanks 😄 Words: 3,068 COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! PM ME FOR MORE INFO :} ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Stars in the chilly night air twinkled overhead as the door to an upscale, authentic cultural restaurant rang open then closed once more. Claire and David had just entered the establishment. This was their third date. While the place was upscale, it wasn’t “break the bank” bad (despite definitely needing a reservation for the night), and besides, David was falling really hard for Claire. Their first date had been almost a month ago, and they had been texting like crazy when apart from each other. Claire worked as a well-renowned nurse at a hospital, and didn’t have much time to go out with her new boyfriend as much as she wanted to, so now when they go on dates, David makes sure to make it supremely special for her. They checked in and followed the waitress to their table, and settled in on high-top chairs, with an even taller table. Immediately, they ordered drinks; wine for the both of them. David had to drive that night, so one would do for him. Meanwhile, throughout their dinner, Claire ordered two more. She had had a long day at work, and wanted to relax a bit. It did not make her more than a bit tipsy, however, and she stopped at three, then ordered water. When they finished their meal and paid the check, they began to make their way out. David had needed to use the bathroom and finally decided to excuse himself to use it while on their way out. To his astonishment, Claire did not enter the women’s room, despite drinking so much alcohol during dinner. When he got out and noticed Claire still standing there, he decided to quietly ask, “Aren’t you going to use the bathroom?” She waved her hand at him and declared just as quietly, “Me? I don’t bother with public bathrooms; I don't really need them. My bladder is pretty strong as is.” David’s eyes almost grew wide in astonishment. He had… a thing for women with gigantic, strong bladders, that are able to hold their weight in gold. Hearing his girlfriend (whose relationship with him was albeit still developing) say this practically made him turn bright red in response. He should have guessed it, due to her being a nurse who works and stands for at least eight-to-twelve hours a day; it just never popped into his head. However, he was extremely embarrassed about what he liked, and refused to tell her, ever. He wanted to avoid a world of embarrassment and make her feel awkward, and besides, what if she decided to leave him due to his thing for large bladdered women? It was highly unlikely, as it was relatively harmless, but still… It burned the back of his mind like a scorching-hot poker. They made their way to the car, and David began to drive, navigating his way to Claire’s abode to drop her off for the night. He had a lovely night, but it was time to depart for the time being. She had a full day of nurse work tomorrow at the hospital, and it was imperative she got some early shut-eye. He dropped her off, giving her a chaste kiss on her lips before she opened the door and got out. David sighed, reminiscing on how she refused to use the toilet earlier, knowing he was going to be thinking about that for at least a few days. *************** The car was successfully parallel parked in the busy street. The coffee shop stood just before David. It was time for his fourth date with his “girlfriend,” Claire. He did not bring her this time; he was supposed to be meeting her at three-thirty, sharp. He swung his phone out from his pocket to check the time: three-twenty-five. David entered the cafe and navigated through the sea of empty tables, scarcely some with a person on their laptop or someone with a coffee on their phone. It was semi-empty, as they picked a day in the middle of the week in the afternoon. Claire’s work schedule had been insanely busy that week, and they finally managed to find one day to mingle in the midst of chaotic nursing. He plopped into a wooden chair and checked the time again: three-twenty-eight. A minute later, the door rang open, and there she was, all bright and beautiful. She was gorgeous today; wearing a little navy-blue turtleneck, and a pair of black leggings that hugged her body perfectly. David couldn’t help but stare, almost gawk lovingly. He walked up to her, and greeted her sweetly, a smile plastered on his face. She smiled back and greeted him just as kindly. They embraced quickly, then let go of each other just as fast. David ordered his usual small hot coffee with regular sugar, no cream, while Claire ordered a large espresso with extra sugar and cream. They navigated back to a table once they acquired their beverages, and began to chat, sipping their coffees carefully at first, then taking larger sips as they cooled. Surprisingly, Claire finished her larger beverage considerably quicker than David did, and he ordered a small; he liked to drink it slowly, while Claire preferred to chug it down. Enough time of chatting had passed before David noticed an urgent need alarming within his abdomen; he had to urinate very badly, as coffee tends to go right through him depending on the day. Today was one of those days. He excused himself and made his way to the restroom to relieve himself. As he did so, he imagined how Claire must be feeling internally, what with her large coffee and all. Did she have to go to the bathroom too? How badly? His mind started wandering, and he got so caught up in it he realized he had finished moments ago. He finished up, washed his hands, and exited, proceeding to sit down with his new girlfriend again. They continued to sit and talk among each other for about another hour or so, before growing out of topics to talk about for the day. By the time they had started dwindling off, Claire’s large hot coffee was long gone. The two of them decided to wrap and head their separate ways, but before they got up, David nonchalantly asked, “Hey, do you need to use the restroom before you go?” Just a quick comment, nothing more, nothing less. Just like the last time they went out, Claire disregarded it entirely. “I don’t like public bathrooms. They’re just so… uncouth…” she replied. David hid his internal feelings quite well, but it took him by such a shock that she just outright refused using any sort of public bathroom, even after the large coffee she finished in what felt like two minutes.Not only that, she lived roughly fifteen minutes from the coffee shop they had today’s date at, with plenty of stop lights and signs on the way there. After giving her a kiss on the cheek goodbye, he climbed into his car, and sat there, pondering his new girlfriend’s bladder. Sure, it was a silly and weird thing to think over, but considering how much he regularly consumed stuff like that, women with what seemed like gigantic bladders, he just could not help but wonder about Claire and her bodily needs. Sure, he knew she worked a strenuous job with practically no breaks, so she must have had to literally train herself to hold it for hours upon hours. He wondered how small her bladder must have been before she started working as a nurse, or if she was already strong-willed in that compartment even before it. He loved the idea of her not going. He did not want to admit it to himself, but it did excite him quite a bit. He just wanted her to drink consistently, and work a full twelve hour shift with zero breaks, and see her come home, frantic with a protruding abdomen. What she did with it was lost in his head, however; he just wanted to appreciate the bulge. What happened with it, he was not too excited for. It was odd, even quirky of him, he believed, but hey, at least it could be a worse “fetish,” like something actually immoral. He reassured himself it was harmless. And it was, mostly. He started the car and drove back to his apartment. While he remained diligent and focused on the road, his mind occasionally slipped back to Claire’s bladder, and continued some time after he got home. *************** David sighed nervously. He was in his room preparing for his fifth date with Claire, his biggest yet: they were going to the movies together. He considered that enough of a third base for him, personally. A real “third base” meant nothing for him right now. He loved Claire for who she was, and wanted to see her again incredibly much so. Also, her bladder. Her abnormally large, able-to-hold-whatever bladder. He had to pick her up for the movie theater relatively soon. He was not running late by any means, but he still wanted to be there early, even if he had to sit in the parking lot of her apartment complex for a bit. David pulled his pants on, buttoned and zipped them, then applied his belt through the loops. After spraying on some cologne and grabbing his wallet and keys, he exited his apartment household and got in his car, and did his mini peptalk he engages in whenever he sees Claire. “This will go swimmingly. You know this. The past few dates have been incredible! You know this will go well, so do not even try to tell me it will not. You got this. This will be the best date yet.” David suffers from some anxiety, especially regarding his dates with new women. He had seen some girls before this, but none of them stuck to him like Claire did. He met her through some random dating app and seemingly clicked the first time they went out together, a simple park date. They walked along the trail and talked for what felt like hours, stopping sometimes to greet people and pet any dog they saw. It was perfect. He would have almost fallen in love right then and there. He wanted to stay with her for quite some time, if not forever, especially if they grew even closer on this date. He knew he could not be thinking that far ahead, but still, it just felt right. Fate and whatnot. After David gave himself his peptalk, he started the car and began the trip to pick up his girlfriend. After what felt like a few moments, he had arrived at the car lot the apartment complex borders. He turned his vehicle off and got his phone out to text her that he had arrived, and would be waiting patiently in his car. She knew his car model by heart at this point, and recognized it quite easily. His phone buzzed back with a reply, stating she would be out promptly. She had a shorter than usual day at work, not as strenuous, and was off for the next day, so he figured tonight would be a great way to relax for her, and to have a nice date. They were going to see some romantic comedy that had just come out, something lighthearted and fun, and she mentioned before how much she loved them. While they were not David’s thing typically, he was willing to endure it for her. Heck, maybe he would even like the movie in the long run, who knows. David sat there for a few moments longer, playing with his phone, until the sound of the passenger door opening jolted him back to reality. There was Claire, as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a casual outfit this time; a regular pair of blue jeans, a simple fuchsia ribbed sweater, and a modest amount of glittering jewelry, including a nice necklace. David stared in awe for just a second, before quickly shaking his head a bit. “How are you tonight?” he asked her. She replied, “Good! Today wasn’t too bad; patients were very compliant and I did not have to do too much dirty work. I had just gotten home, also.” Her amount of “dirty work,” whether it was cleaning up soiled patients or dealing with outright stuff like skin issues and such, varied from day to day. Some days there was way more than this, if not most days. “Ah, that’s great, babe!” David beamed, then realized what he did. They had not called each other any sort of sweet pet name yet, Hell, they hadn’t even said “I love you,” to each other yet! How could he blurt out such a thing?! However, instead of being taken aback, Claire beamed with him. Finally, to be his “babe,” meant everything to her practically. She refused to show it or say it, but she had been waiting for that moment for quite some time. Despite how awkward the situation felt to David, Claire reveled in it, and got into the car. He proceeded to greet her properly with a simple, quick peck to the cheek. He started the car and they made their way to the massive movie theater, holding around ten or so screens. Many people were expecting this movie, even though David did not realize it. It was the upcoming hit film of the year despite being a romcom. He knew he would enjoy it, despite it being outside of his preferred genres. They parked and got out, then walked through the cold night air to the front entrance and were greeted by a heater blasting in their faces. It was nearing the end of the fall, but their geographical position made it so they did not get snow, just the bitter cold of winter. They went to the ticket counter and purchased the tickets for the romantic comedy, then proceeded to the snack bar. There, they acquired an extra large popcorn (David figured he could splurge a bit for this big date), and each of them got a soda: David a medium Coke, while Claire got an extra large lemon-lime soda. As they walked to their designated theater, they passed by a pair of doors for the restrooms, with an accommodating family/neutral bathroom to the side. “Hey, Claire, you think you need to use the bathroom before the movie?” David reluctantly asked his girlfriend. “To be honest with you, I do. Since I was running late getting home, I haven’t used the restroom since this morning. I did tell you I do refuse to use public bathrooms; they’re just so… unhygienic!” she said with a slight squeal to her tone. David’s face shone bright red as they navigated through the halls, eventually finding their door to the movie. They sat down, right near the back, and settled in with the popcorn and sodas. It was a pretty fancy theater, allowing you to have leg space in front of your seat. Claire gently reclined in hers. The previews began, and they sat attentively watching them. There seemed to be some good movies up and coming, but all David’s mind could traverse to was Claire’s seemingly full bladder, as she stated before. The movie was close to two hours long, so she should be able to hold up, right? However, after the previews ended and Claire began sipping on her soda plentifully, David noticed something out of the corner of his eye: her squirming a bit. It started with her reluctantly becoming non reclining. She started with her left leg crossed over her right. Then it escalated to her slightly scissoring and fanning her legs. David took a look out of the corner of his eye, as he did not want to surprise her too much by suddenly turning his head. He carefully noticed her face in the light of the quarter-way-through movie, noticing her face glowing red a bit. Finally, he sighed, and turned to face her. “Hey, Claire, babe, how are you holding up?” David whispered in her ear. She turned even brighter at this comment. “I-I don’t need to! I’ll be fine. It’ll be dirty anyways!” she loudly whispered. He was shocked at her response. He didn’t even ask about the bathroom! “Aren’t you a nurse? Can’t you go longer than this typically?” David asked quietly. He was genuinely curious at this predicament, as typically she could go twelve-or-so hours without a pee. Claire shook her extra large soda cup, to reveal ice rattling around inside, sounding as though it were half full or nearing empty. “I drank more than I should have.” “Ah. Well…” David had no words. How was he supposed to focus on the movie now, now that his girlfriend’s massive bladder seemed massively full? While the Hollywood-perfect woman on the screen was swooning over a man who did not know of her mere existence yet, David was swooning over his girlfriend’s abdominal pouch. It seemed weird to him, but hey, whatever worked. The movie started off quite boring anyways, and was beginning to regret it at one point. He wanted to hustle through it for Claire, though. As the movie progressed onwards, he saw Claire’s state decline rapidly. She was not acting childish, though; just subtle quirks and movements to keep her bladder in check. Even though she was a smart nurse, Claire seemed to be dumbly drinking her soda, exasperating her condition. Why she was doing it, David had no clue. Must have been tasty. The movie continued onwards until, before he knew it, it was the final climax, and the woman in the movie was kissing the guy she had loved so dearly throughout the film, or getting married; David’s mind has been preoccupied with Claire’s bladder for close to two hours. As people started rising from their seats, and the lights began to brighten, David got up and saw his girlfriend in detail: sweat dripping from her, her face flushed. “Now will you go to the bathroom?” David asked her. She simply smiled and shook her head “No.” “What is her bladder made of?!” David thought. They got up, walked slowly to his car, and even as they passed the restrooms, Claire did not give up. She proceeded to the car, hobbling practically.

Shy Guy Sweet and shy Luke finally had a date. Much to his surprise, and delight, his beautiful, bold lab partner, Suzan, had asked him if he wanted to go disc golfing while it was still warm enough to do so. Luke had blushed and stammered, but managed to accept, and Suzan had laughed, her long, coal-black hair shinning blue under the fluorescent lab lights. Luke had been too shy to look in her eyes at that moment, but he knew they were an ice blue, which made him think, in a not-unflattering way, of Siamese cats. She looked amazing, and Luke was so happy she had asked him. Although Luke knew he was attractive, he also knew his shyness around girls, and overall softness was often mistaken for, well, being gay, and thus disinterested. He couldn’t help it, but he had a very strong feminine side. He was a very pretty boy, clean-cut, few tattoos carefully hidden in public at nearly all times. He had sandy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. He fancied he bore a resemblance to Brad Pitt, a younger brother, maybe. The big date was set for Thursday, a day when neither of them had classes. Suzan suggested, and offered to supply a picnic lunch, and the music, and asked Luke to bring the Hoo shik. Wednesday night he took care of that, picking up an eighth from his guy, and an oversize chocolate cupcake from a specialty cupcake shop. Since Luke had no car since making the move from up north to go to college in the city, he offered his roommate and new bestie, Chad, a couple bowls in exchange for use of his car for the date. Chad, who knew how much his dear friend’s shyness was mistaken for other things, was really excited and supportive of him, and gladly gave him the keys and smoked the bowls with him before he had to leave to pick up the lovely Suzan. He also helped Luke select his outfit for the date: his American Eagle khakis to be casual, but not a scrub; a polo by the same maker, borrowed from Chad; his newest and best boxer briefs and socks. He gave Luke as many tips as he could, but he didn’t think Luke heard much; he was too nervous. One of the tips Chad tried to suggest to Luke was You might want to pee before you leave. He knew Luke hadn’t heard that, though, because he left their off-campus apartment without making a bathroom stop. He just nodded when Chad said good-bye and wished him good luck and told him he’d be fine for the fifteenth time. Chad watched him walk out the side door from their kitchen window. Luke went into the garage. Moments later, Chad heard his car start. When Luke successfully backed the car down the drive without hitting the house, or any cars or people in the street, Chad decided his friend would be okay and went back to his essay. * * * * Luke managed to pick up Suzan in front of the off-campus apartment she shared with two other girls. She had the promised picnic lunch with her, and her discs, and she smiled her whitening-bleach smile and chatted vivaciously as he drove them to Rainbow Park. From the lot, she led him on a short hike uphill, where there was a nice view of the acres and acres of colorful fall park. Most of the leaves had not yet fallen, and Suzan had no problem finding a place to spread the blanket that was free of leaves, still warm, green grass. She turned on her iPod to a song Luke didn’t recognize, but he liked it. Nice rhythm. He hadn’t said much, but he hadn’t stopped smiling either. He had been a little worried his nervousness would embarrass him in some way; he had wet his pants at a dance at the rec center back at home, something he hadn’t even told Chad. He had been in the process of asking a girl to dance. He still had to hear about it years later back home. It was one reason why he opted to go to a school five hours south in a much larger city, where none of his former classmates went. Everything seemed to be going great. Over a picnic lunch of chicken salad, Triscuit crackers, slices of cheese, and a large thermos of homemade sweet tea, music played softly the background, and Luke actually found himself comfortable enough to laugh out loud, and talk about things other than chemistry lab with that TA who was really a DA. He found out that Suzan hadn’t yet decided on her major either. He found out she was an only child (of a preacher, at that!). Luke boldly laughed and ventured a joke about preachers’ kids and cops’ kids, and luckily, she laughed. Luke was beginning to relax, but as he assumed a more casual pose, stretching out on the blanket as they got ready to smoke a joint, he realized his bladder was getting full. Oh no, Luke thought. He was far to shy to excuse himself. He hoped he could wait to pee until after the date, but he could already feel how distended his bladder was. He tried to adjust the waistband of his khakis subtly, but he soon realized that to have any relief, he’d have to undo them, and his belt, too. He sat up and leaned back on his palms, trying to assume a casual, model-like pose. His bladder throbbed. The weed wasn’t helping him hold it either. It was harsh, and made him cough. Whenever he broke out into a coughing fit, he had to squeeze his legs together, his overfull bladder threatening to give. He knew then he wouldn’t be able to wait until he was back at home. He would have to wait until Suzan excused herself, then he could sneak a pee in the bushes. He hoped she would do it soon. But she seemed pretty comfy, stretched out on her tummy, messing with her iPod. She found what she wanted, apparently, because she put her sunglasses on and turned over, on to her back. Luke didn’t recognize the music. It didn’t even have any words, just weird, abstract sounds. He didn’t like it. Or, Luke thought, maybe I’m just getting irritable because I really, really, really have to pee. Suzan sighed and stretched her arms and made a comment about perfect days and followed it with a silly chortle. Luke didn’t respond. He was trying hard not to squirm. He turned over on to his side, and got a little comfort. His bladder cramped, and he winced, but felt better after it passed. Suzan looked at him. “Are you okay?” Luke hoped he wasn’t blushing, but it felt like he was. “Uh-huh.” “Did you want to go toss the discs around?” She asked, as she started repacking the remnants of lunch and gathering their trash. Luke had taken advantage of her diverted attention to carefully loosen his belt and unbutton his pants, and he was startled enough when he heard her speak to make his bladder cramp again, and he nearly couldn’t stop it from emptying. He wanted to hold his cock so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, not in front of pretty Suzan. He focused all his energy in not wetting his khakis. He cursed himself for wearing khakis. Then, a spurt of pee gushed into his boxer briefs. He looked down in dread, but it didn’t show on the khakis. “Luke?” Suzan asked. Now all of her attention was focused on him. She could see he was sweating, and blushing. “Yeah?” His reply came fast and breathless, and suddenly, he knew it was over. There was no more holding it. He leaped up and began to pee dance frantically, holding his crotch. “Oh, noooo…” Luke moaned, as the long-held, hot pee gushed from his cock and poured into his soft cotton boxer briefs and preppy khakis. He couldn’t stop it. The pee ran through his cords and through his fingers, down his legs, and dripped all over Suzan’s blanket. The sound of him wetting his pants was very loud in the quiet of the soft autumn afternoon, and soon he could hear water on water, he was soaking the blanket, making a puddle, and filling his skate shoes with piss. But his body had taken over, and he was powerless to move until his bladder was empty. When he stopped, he couldn’t even look at Suzan. It was like reliving the rec center dance all over again, only this time there were far less people around to witness what had gone down. There was only one witness, but she was one he had to face the rest of the semester, every Tuesday morning from eight until nine-fifty. At least she wasn’t laughing. He turned away, and struggled with his emotions, and how to explain what had just happened. He was torn between sheer relief he no longer had to pee, shame, embarrassment, and panic about Suzan’s potentially negative reaction. Suzan was quiet for a long time. But, when she spoke, her voice was soft. “Oh, you poor sweet thing…it’s okay, Luke.” Her hands caressed his shoulders, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss the back of his neck. “You’re just shy…and probably pee shy.” There she laughed, but it was really more of a sweet, playful giggle, and quite suddenly, she grabbed him tight and swung herself around him in a tight hug, completely ignoring the wet khakis! She planted a big kiss on his surprised mouth, and gave him a big, happy grin. “And, lucky for you, I love that, and I think it’s totally adorable!”

This is the fourth in my series of pov omorashi audio files. This one takes place on a first date at a restaurant where you've been helping yourself to some wine while waiting for your date to arrive. As always, I'll provide two separate files told from the perspective of male or female, though this one probably has the least amount of differences. This is the male pov version: FIrst Date Accident - Male.mp3 And this is the female version: FIrst Date Accident - Female.mp3 Hopefully, I didn't make any mistakes this time, but if I did, I'd appreciate if you'd let me know and I'll fix it. Or if you have any general comments or questions, feel free to reply.

The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.

Jenny’s love life practically didn’t even exist. She was a typical bookworm who didn’t feel comfortable in pretty dresses just because of the lack of self-confidence. She loved romance in novels and movies but she never had the courage of talking to boys. She was afraid of dying alone (even if she was just nineteen years old), and even if she never talked about her fear, her new best friend seemed to know everything. Marie always had great ideas (for example once she decided to dress like Hermione Granger at a crazy university party, and that's how she met her boyfriend), and of course she had one for solving Jenny's problem too. Marie arranged a blind date for her (without asking first) and she was the one to choose Jenny's clothes as well. "I don't even know how to move in this" Jenny shook her head nervously when she tried on the blue dress. It was cute, she had to admit, but at the same time it was so unfamiliar for her. "You are beautiful, he will fall in love with you at the first sight!" "He will fall in love with the dress, not me" Jenny sighed sadly, but she didn't protest anymore. She knew that she will have to leave soon, but before that she had to do one more thing... What should Jenny do before leaving? 1) Go to the bathroom. 2) Ask about the guy. 3) Choose another dress. Statistics Jenny's desperation level: 2/10 ???'s desperation level: ?/10

Hey everyone! So, i'm taking commissions again; had to stop during Coronavirus peak due to personal issues and this story was my latest and will be up on Amazon soon; i'll be sure to let you all know when it does appear there. 🙂 For those interested in getting a story, its £2.50 per every 800 words. However, my repeat customers will get their next commission at my old price of £2.00 per 1,000 words, as will anyone who commissions me; new or old, before August 3rd. Here's an extract from my latest commission and story, I hope you all enjoy; any feedback is appreciated. 🙂 THE DESPERATE DIAPERED DATE “God, I’m so fucking desperate” moaned Allison. “Well, be honest. If we go to the station now, do you think you’ll make it home?”. Allison shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll even make it onto the train”, she said; holding herself tightly as a desperate pang shot through her bladder. Max breathed deeply. He wanted badly to say what he had in mind, yet didn’t want to push his luck. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined such a promising thing by going too fast or being too full-on. However, his raging erection was eating away at his inhibitions and he decided it was now-or-never. He was going to say. He was going to say it. He was going- “-Just go then”. Allison looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t hold it, just let go babe. I won’t mind”. Allison bit her lip gently, her body beginning to tremble. “Just let it all out”. Suddenly, a quiet hissing sound filled the air as Allison’s body began to shake with relief; her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Max; going on instinct, lifted her dress to watch the diaper expand out as Allison filled it. Max thought he couldn’t possibly get anymore turned on and then Allison said: “Max, I’m wetting myself”. Max could literally feel the pleasurable chill run over his entire body and his cock became so erect, it was practically standing upright his pants; pushing against his trousers violently. He was so hard it hurt, yet his pleasure wasn’t done. He felt Allison’s hand reach out and grab his cock through the fabric, causing him to moan loudly in shock and pleasure; biting his tongue to stay quiet. Allison held him, very gently rubbing her fingers up and down; as Max watched her accident slowly begin to come to an end, as the hissing sound died away and the two stared at each other hungrily. Max leaned in to Allisson’s ear and said: “Take it off, I dare you” he said; his tone dark and brimming with lust. Allison moaned in pleasure and did what he asked, gently unstrapping her diaper from underneath her dress; pulling the sodden material down her legs. Max watched in delight as it slid down to her ankles; where he could see how soaked it was. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her and pulled her in-close; snogging her more intensely than before. For her part, Allison did the same; unbuttoning his pants. Emboldened by Allison’s actions, he moved his hand between Allison’s legs and felt her gasp as he slide two fingers along the slit of her hairy, wet pussy. “She’s hairy and soaked and horny, god could this girl get any better?” thought Max. That was about the last coherent thought he had however, as Allison freed his cock from his trousers and dark-blue underwear seconds later; where it sprung up in delight. Her hand gripped it and began stroking him, with it only taking a few-pumps until pre-cum was dripping over hand. Max then began to kiss her neck, as she moaned quietly in pleasure; feeling his magical fingers driving her to new heights of lust, as she began to speed up the pace she was playing with his cock. In return, Max pulled her the dress off her boobs and slid one into his mouth; which combined with sliding a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, made her bite his shoulder to prevent herself screaming with lust. The soft feeling of them in his mouth made Max want to go deeper inside her and Allison’s pussy quivered with delight, lubed up as she was by her own accident; his finger was able to get comfortably inside her by multiple inches and she was convulsing around him.

The First Date Jadian and Nico stood together at Jadian’s locker talking and holding each other’s hands. They were talking about the movie they were going to see together after school, just the two of them, so a first date. They were going to see Avengers Endgame, the new and last avengers. Jadian was excited, with the movie being long(3h 2m) it was a perfect time for a hold. Ever since his last accident and getting together with Nico, Nico would make sure Jadian went to the bathroom every chance he got so he wouldn’t have another accident. While Jadian loved Nico and didn’t want to have another accident he missed his holds. Even though holding was fun, Jadian hated having accidents. He never planned one but unfortunately, they happen a lot. That's why today, even though he planned a hold he was wearing light blue ripped jeans. He was well aware if his hold turned out in an accident it would be painfully obvious. He should have worn black pants like Nico just in case, but he hoped that since the light blue ripped jeans would show his accident obviously it would scare him out of having an accident. Jadian also was wearing white briefs. He normally didn't wear briefs before but ever since his last accident, when Nico gave him his briefs, he loved them. He even went out and bought a pack which is why he's wearing white briefs right now when Nico’s were black. Jadian also knew his white briefs would show an accident painfully obvious if he had one, but that wasn't a plan so he didn't care. “We should go do the bathroom first” Nico said. This woke Jadian up from a daydream he was having about his hold. Jadian likes Nico but since he hasn’t seen most of the Avengers movies, Nico was telling him all about them. ”Sorry, what?” Jadian asked. Nico looked at Jadian with a caring look and put his hand on Jadian’s shoulder, ”I don't want you to have another accident, so let's go to the bathroom”. Jadian nodded and they both walked, hand in hand to the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom they both went in. Both stalls where taken so Jadian and Nico had to both use the urinals. Jadian turned around to see Nico already peeing and walk over to the urinal next to him. Jadian pulled out his junk and started to pee. He turned red when he noticed Nico looking over at him. Nico leaned over and whispered in Jadian’s ear ”so you liked my briefs that much, you bought your own?!”. They both laughed as Jadian looked and saw the Nico was wearing light blue briefs. Once Jadian and Nico were done they both washed their hands and exited the bathroom. They then walked out to their school’s parking lot to find Nico’s car. Even though Jadian was older than Nico by a few months, he still couldn't drive yet. As they walked they talked about their upcoming date. They found Nico’s car, an old silver civic with black cloth interior. Jadian and Nico both got in and made their way to the movie theater. On the way, they talked about how they thought the movie could end. After both had said their theory on the ending, they moved on to talking about upcoming Basketball games. Nico was careful not to mention Jadian’s accident as he was not sure how he would react. After about 45 minutes they arrived at the theater. They both got out and walked hand in hand to the movie theater. Nico even held the door open for his boyfriend, Jadian. Once inside the scanned their tickets in and went to buy concessions. They were lucky as the concession line was empty for a Friday night, it looked like it was a smart move to buy the tickets for right after school. When they got to the front Nico order a medium coke and a medium popcorn as he knew the movie was long and he didn't want to have any bathroom breaks and miss the movie. However, Jadian was ready for his hold and ordered an extra-large diet coke and a large popcorn. ”Are you sure, Jadian, it's a really long movie?” Nico said as he put a hand on Jadian’s shoulder. ”I’ll be fine, Nico” Jadian snapped. Nico was hurt and removed his hand but he understood why Jadian snapped, he knew what he was doing. They got their concessions and went to find there theater and seats. They were in theater number seven and in the very back row. As they claimed the stairs to their seats they looked around and saw that the theater was practically full, they even had to scoot by people to get to their seats. As they took there seats the movie started, and Jadian’s hand found its way into Nico’s. Jadian and Nico watched the movie intensely as it started. Jadian crossed his legs at first but I crossed them soon after. Nico noticed this and was glad to see him uncross them as he probably didn't have to pee. The movie was going fine with Jadian as his bladder didn't show any need yet but they still had a long whole to go. Half an hour into the movie and Jadian found the movie more interesting then he thought he would, and before he knew it half his drink and popcorn was gone. He was already starting to have to pee so Jadian slowed down on the popcorn and soda and crossed his legs just in case. Nico noticed this and hoped Jadian didn't have to do what he thought he had to, so much for his earlier thought. Jadian tried to focus on the movie and I worked for another hour but as he finished his coke he was brought back to reality. Jadian’s bladder was starting to get uncomfortable and he looked over at Nico to ask how much longer. ”Over an hour left” Nico whispered onto Jadian’s ear ”you don't have to go to the bathroom, do you”? Jadian turned red and said ”No!” as he turned back in his seat. As he was turning he saw Nico had also finished his soda and popcorn. Jadian knew he should stop drinking but he got super thirsty and finished his soda. Nico hear him finish it and looked at Jadian with a concerned look wondering how he didn't have to pee, he got a bigger soda then him and Nico was starting to have to pee he couldn't imagine Jadian’s and on top of the Nico was slightly taller then Jadian so his bladder was probably bigger. After 20 more minutes, Jadian was really starting to feel his bladder. He tried to focus on the movie but he had to pee so bad he couldn't. He crossed his legs tighter determined not to have an accident and hold it till the movie ended. But that seemed almost impossible after five minutes when a wave of desperation hit him. He started squirming in his seat, Nico noticed but decided to not say anything about it as he remembered how Jadian snapped on him about the extra-large soda. Jadian managed not to leak and hold it for the next 45 minutes. With about 20 minutes left(according to Nico) Jadian was starting to think he could do this. Unfortunately, this didn't last for long as another wave hit him and this time he leaked a little. He could tell his jeans were fine and only his briefs were now wet. Jadian put a hand in his lap and secretly held himself. As he likes holding he was pretty good at secretly holding himself. He watched as the heroes won but at a huge cost. He couldn't help but to think of the cost he might have to pay soon. He was on the edge of bursting and was about to have an accident but he was still determined to hold it till the movie ended. Nico was amazed, Jadian almost made it. Nico was sure Jadian had to pee and just wouldn't say anything due to all his squirming and crossing his legs. At one point Nico even noticed Jadian holding himself, Jadian probably thought no one saw but Nico saw it clearly, even though they just started dating, Nico knew his boyfriend. The movie ended and Jadian jumped up out of his seat before the lights even turned on. Jadian was glad the lights were still off as his bladder wasn't read for the sudden movement and leaked. He had to grab himself and bend over to stop it. The lights turned on forcing Jadian to stand normally. To his horror, Nico pulled him back into his seat and said:” There might be something after the credits, these movies usually do that”. Jadian let out a groan but he crossed his legs tightly and waited. Jadian managed to hold it but was mad to see noting came. The good thing about waiting though was almost everyone left. Jadian and Nico made their way out, Jadian was trying not to hold himself but his bladder was making it hard not to. As they exited the theater Jadian felt another leak and then another. Jadian was losing the battle. Luckily the bathroom was near their theater and Jadian made a beeline for it leaving Nico behind and not caring what he thought. Nico followed Jadian into the bathroom smiling, knowing he was right earlier. As Jadian entered the bathroom he felt a big squirt of pee escape. He ran into the first stall he saw and slammed the door. He looked down at his light blue ripped jeans and saw a baseball size wet spot against his crotch. He couldn't stand still as he went to remove his pants. He made his way to the zipper but with it being wet with pee Jadian couldn't get a grip on it. ”No, NO” jadian thought as he fought with his zipper. He finally got it but when he went to pull it down nothing, it was stuck. Jadian looked in horror, ”No, you got to be kidding me” he thought. He tried again and nothing. Tears began to fall as his bladder finally had enough and he lost the battle. Pee flowed out of him with a soft hiss, soaking his white briefs and light blue ripped jeans. He watched as his jeans darken and pee ran down his legs, shining against his tan skin, from the rips in his jeans. He felt a pee soaked his socks and shoes and also ran into his shoes. Making a huge pee puddle on the floor at his feet. He heard a soft knock at the door, then heard Nico ask ”can I come in?”. Jadian opened the door and let his boyfriend in. Nico hated seeing Jadian crying as he peed his pants. Nico was well aware Jadian was still peeing as he still heard a soft hiss. After Jadian finished Nico grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his huge pee puddle and hugged him. Jadian sobbed into his boyfriend's shoulders in wet pants. After a while, Jadian cried all the tears he had and Nico said ”come on, let's go to my car”. Jadian nodded and followed his boyfriend, Nico. ”I don't have a change of clothes with me so you have to stay wet till we get home, unfortunately”. Jadian knew this already and just nodded. His was right as his light blue ripped jeans showed his accident painfully obviously. People kept staring but Nico made sure no one said anything. They got to Nico’s car and Nico helped Jadian in. Once Jadian was all in, Nico closed his door and walked over to his side and got in. Nico noticed Jadian was crying again so he said ”its okay, accidents happen”. Jadian nodded and just looked out his window as Nico drove away. It was a good first date till it peed myself Jadian thought, if only he could read Nico’s mind and see Nico really loved that first date. They drove home in silence(Jadian wasn't up for talking). Even though Nico obviously knew Jadian peed his pants, Jadian made sure to keep his legs crossed to hide the wetness as much as possible. Nico turned to Jadian at a red light and said,”Jadian, its okay, accidents happen to everyone”. Jadian finally looked very from the window but not quite at Nico’s eyes ”not to 18 year olds and as much at they happen to me”. Nico didn't know what to say to this so he just gave Jadian a hug, it worked before Nico thought. Jadian’s jeans started to get cold and itchy. He had to uncross his legs and change position, even though he didn't want to, his peed in jeans and briefs left him no choice. Nico looked at Jadian’s jeans to see how bad the mess was since he never looked before, he was to focus on making sure his boyfriend was okay, and Nico was surprised at how soaked Jadian’s light blue ripped jeans were. Jadian must have really had to pee by how soaked his jeans were, Nico could even see pee glistening against Jadian’s tan skin through the rips in his jeans. When they got to Nico’s house(Jadian didn't want his parents to see his peed in jeans, so Nico took him to his house) Nico was glad to see that his parents were gone so they will be home alone. Nico told Jadian to stay in the car while he got out of the car and went over to Jadian’s side. He opened Jadian’s door and handed him a towel for him to rap around his light blue ripped jeans so no neighbour saw. Jadian did what he was told and got out of the car and headed into Nico’s garage. Nico looked at Jadian’s seat when he got up, and sure enough he saw Jadian’s peed in pants made a wet spot on his car’s black cloth seat. Nico wasn't worried about it though as I would dry. so he closed the car door and headed inside with Jadian. Once inside Nico and Jadian headed to the bathroom so Jadian could shower. Nico helped Jadian undress, and when he got Jadian’s peed in light blue ripped jeans off, Nico couldn't help but to stare at Jadian in his wet white briefs. The wet white came almost see through, and Nico could almost see Jadian’s dick. Jadian smiled as he could tell Nico was hard and finished undressing. Jadian got in the shower and Nico want to follow but he stayed back as they were still new to this relationship. Nico picked up Jadian’s peed in clothes and put them into the wash. He then layed on his bed scrolling through Facebook waiting for Jadian. Jadian finished and got out of the shower and headed to find Nico. When Jadian found Nico, Nico went to his closet and handed Jadian some clothes. This time it was light blue briefs, gray gym shorts, and a black t-shirt. When Jadian got dressed, they both crawled on Nico’s bed and cuddled. ”I’m keeping these breifs” Jadian said to Nico. ”I expected you would” Nico said as they both fell asleep in each others arms.

Okay, so first off, I am a massive fan of the text games that I have already played (the two main ones being Melissa Explains It All and A Date With Jenny) and I'm quite disappointed that there aren't many more, so I thought I'd make my own. My motivation to do this has fluctuated, but I have finally made some headway and hope to finish it soon. How soon, I don't know: it could be tomorrow, it could be in several weeks' time. The general concept of this game is similar to the afore-mentioned games (except mine, unfortunately, has significantly less content than those games): you are going on a date with a girl with the intention of getting her desperate. As desperation is the only thing I'm interested in omorashi-wise, I feel the need to apologise if my description of an event such as a wetting is in any way poor and/or underwhelming. I will implement such endings in the game A) Because, even though I'm not interested in them, many of you are, and B) The girl always making it at the end seems like a huge anti-climax. I won't give away any other details about the game, but I would like to encourage people to play the game once I've finished, give feedback, and, by all means, start your own one, whether it's based on mine or not. Hell, if you want to alter an aspect of my game slightly (i.e. rewrite an ending), I'd be more than happy for you to do so. My main reason for doing this game in the first place, after all, was so that there would be more games like this. On a quick side-note, I am posting this in Omorashi General as opposed to Interactive Stories as the latter section seems to only contain stories where the community decides the direction of the storyline via a majority vote, whereas, in my game, every player has total choice of their own path, which is why I've avoided placing my post in that forum. However, the moderators are, of course, the experts, so feel free to move this post as you see fit.

Desperate Destiny Destiny sat wearing her green top and oversized green bow in her hair as agreed. She nervously sipped at her lemonade. Blind date number 6. Was it an omen she wondered or could this one actually be legitimate, attractive and interesting? He couldn’t be as boring as number 1, or as sleazy as number two, or as smelly and scruffy as number 3. Number 4 at least tried but then he’d left for the bathroom, never returned and left her to pay the bill. Number 5 was a no show and number 6...well so far he was five minutes late and counting! Maybe her friends were right and internet dating was doomed to fail? Well she was here now and this man had ten more minutes and if he didn’t contact her or appear she was deleting the app and giving up. She was already half way through her lemonade anyway. She looked around before tinkering with her phone to distract herself. Then a tap on her shoulder sent shivers down her full body. Destiny turned and immediately felt the shadow of someone behind her. His shoes were smart, he had smart black trousers on, a casual but smart jumper with a v neck and shirt beneath and...the most natural welcoming smile she could ever recall. He put his hand out to shake hers as she rose from her seat to face him, aware he wasn’t much taller than she was. ‘Sorry I’m a little later than planned. Every single light was red! I’m Fraser by the way but pretty sure you’ve worked that out. You look way more beautiful than your profile picture by the way. Wow!’ ‘Hi. Emmm thanks. I quite liked that profile pic too haha!’ Emma gestured to Fraser to sit but he asked if she wanted anything more to drink first. ‘I’ll stick to another lemonade if that’s ok. Thanks.’ ‘I’ll be right back!’ Destiny looked at Fraser standing at the bar and mentally ticked some boxes in her head. He seemed friendly. Tick. Genuine? So far at least. Tick. Sexy? His smile absolutely and there was definitely something about his think Scottish accent too. Tick. Generous? Well he hadn’t asked her for money for the drinks so that was a start. Good company? She’d find that out soon enough. Nerves made her hands shake a little and seeing Fraser at the bar ordering made her throat dry so Destiny gulped down the last of her lemonade and looked at the all too familiar menu. She knew this pub well but even familiar places could seem strange on your first date she thought. Just then Fraser returned with the drinks. He took his coat off and hung it neatly over the chair before sitting down. ‘Saw you looking at the menu there. Anything you fancy? I saw the special on the board when I was at the bar and the home made steak pie sounds amazing. Makes me think of home!’ ‘Sounds perfect. There’s usually quite quick at taking your order here.’ Sure enough less than five minutes later and two steak pies, chips and vegetables were on order and Fraser and Destiny continued their conversation. Destiny was somewhat surprised at how easy to talk to Fraser was and Fraser was equally surprised how ‘ordinary’ and lovely Destiny was. Wether it was nerves or a desire to please each other or something else again neither knew, but without thought or effort both had their hands around their drinks and sipped almost simultaneously as they chatted. So far so good thought Destiny, and unbeknown to her Fraser was having a lovely time too. The food arrived and Destiny was surprised when the waitress asked if they wanted any more drinks. It was only then she noticed she’d somehow almost finished her second glass already. ‘Do you sell Irn Bru at all?’ Fraser asked smiling. ‘As a matter of fact we do sir. It’s surprisingly popular here. Ordinary or diet sir?’ ‘Oh ordinary please.’ ‘And mam?’ ‘Oh I think a water please thanks’ ‘Fizzy or still mam?’ ‘Oh still would be great thanks’. The meal looked delicious and as Destiny began cutting hers up she couldn’t help but snigger when Fraser joked ‘she never asked if you wanted your drink diet. Honestly, you can’t get the staff round here!’ Funny? She could tick that now too. So far at least. The evening continued well until around half way through eating when Destiny felt a cool breeze from the door which sent a shiver down her body and through her bladder and she moved in her seat subconsciously. She smiled nervously at Fraser, ignored the twinge and carried on eating. The chips and vegetables were salty and Destiny was glad of the refreshing water. Fraser seemed to be enjoying his, even commenting that it was as good as his mums and he winked as he said it which Destiny found surprisingly sexy. Date number six was much better than expected. She wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere. Dinner turned to pudding then tea and coffee and before Destiny was aware she’d consumed a full pint of lemonade, half a pint of water and a mug of tea! Time was passing quickly and she was in no hurry to leave Fraser with his ginger hair and deep brown eyes. She swung her legs under the table determined her stupid bladder wouldn’t ruin her best date so far. If Fraser excused himself for a comfort break she would too but she wasn’t going to be the first to break away. Absolutely not. The pub was getting busier and louder as a major match played on large TV’s and Fraser suggested they find a quieter corner to sit. Destiny knew she should have piped up something similar to ‘that would be lovely. I’ll just nip to the ladies first’ or something similar, but Fraser was too mesmerising, too exciting even, to leave. She’d go as soon as they parted. Yes that would be fine. They moved together to a snug couch by a fire. Romantic, quieter, but much further from the ladies. Fraser suggested another cup of tea and despite her already full bladder Destiny nodded and smiled. With Fraser at the bar she crossed her legs and pulled her knees towards her. She was bursting and thought about slipping to the loo while Fraser was not looking but she didn’t want to leave her bag, coat and Fraser’s coat unattended nor did she like the idea of Fraser returning and finding her away. She circled her foot and tightened her muscles and smiled as Fraser turned towards her and winked. Goodness he was stunning in the light of the pub and even the laughter and chatter of strangers seemed to somehow feel special as Destiny realised she actually really liked Fraser and absolutely wanted to date him again. The coffee table was low and bending to reach her tea squeezed against Destiny’s bladder and she quietly moaned. She didn’t want to show it but her body was absolutely desperate for release though pride prevented her excusing herself. ‘You ok?’ ‘Yeah fine.’ The tea was delicious but Destiny’s bladder just couldn’t stretch so she sat bolt upright, tense and concentrating rather than drinking. ‘You’ve gone quiet. Have I upset you?’ Fraser reached over towards Destiny and hugged her lightly. ‘If I’m boring you it’s ok. Just say.’ ‘No. No. Not at all. Just thinking.’ That was the truth really. She was thinking about how to politely excuse herself and how she could get to the ladies dry. But she couldn’t say that on a first date. She bit her lip, shifted on the seat and tensed her back more. Her face flushed and a drop of sweat formed on her forehead. It took all her effort to hold her bladder closed. ‘Please don’t feel you can’t say Destiny. We’ve had a lovely evening. Well I definitely have. You are great company. You are beautiful, intelligent and interesting. I would love to meet up again. So if something is bothering you I think honestly is definitely the best policy. ‘ It was all Destiny could do to whisper. Every last ounce of her energy was reserved for holding back the huge flood inside her. Her arms folded around her bladder as if hugging herself and she bent forward with a tear in her eye. Fraser put his arm around her and his head down towards hers and whispered. ‘Whatever it is it’s ok. I don’t bite.’ Destiny fidgeted before gasping as another spasm pushed through her body. ‘It’s just...it’s just...I’ve drank too much sorry. I should have...oh Good God above...’ Destiny pushed her bum as far back into the seat as she could and pressed a hand tight into her crotch pulling her coat over herself to cover it up while her head faced down to avoid seeing Fraser who was hugging her in concern. In a broken whisper she bravely but reluctantly confessed: ‘I should have gone at dinner. I should have gone before we moved over here. I’ve had to go for so so long. Now it’s an emergency. I am so so so desperate now. I think I’m going to pee my pants.’ Fraser kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. He whispered back: ‘Oh my sweet Destiny. My dear darling desperate Destiny.’ He slipped his hand under her coat and over her own in her crotch area as he used his other hand to tenderly lift her chin and kiss her lovingly on the lips whilst gently pressing his hand over her own between her legs. A current washed over Destiny as their lips met. She wanted more. So much more. But first she had to pee. Urgently. ‘I shan’t hold you any longer my precious desperate Destiny. I don’t want you upset. But hurry back. I’ll be right here waiting for you.’ His words enticed her like crazy but the pounding from her vagina was intensive and relentless too. She tied her coat around her waist to hide any wetness and ran to the ladies as she felt her knickers dampen. Fraser looked on with his own legs crossed in a vain attempt to hide his erection. He liked what he’d seen tonight and he wanted more again. He hadn’t planned to get a beautiful girl so close to wetting herself but he couldn’t believe his luck that it had happened. It might not be entirely appropriate to do what he wanted with Destiny tonight but he resolved to excuse himself briefly for the gents when Destiny returned. Assuming he could wait that long that was.

Last October after a relationship of 2 years my ex-girlfriend (who i did met here on this website) and myself decided to both go our own way. Today i read an experience of her which she had with some other guy from here and even though i was still hurt about our relationship ending, i feel like it was all fake now and i have to move on. So, to make some sort of a dating profile, here it is! My name is Wetty (real name you can get later). I am 25 years old and i am living in the Netherlands. I am looking for a girlfriend in between 18 (19) and 25! Distance doesn't quite matter but the best it would be if you come from Holland, or somewhere near. Who wants to share experiences? And maybe have a date sometime ? :)